Man, what a market, and what a heck of a time to be alive. Is it time for a Christmas and New year poem. A time for me to start putting in a little more effort into Hive.
Im at work anyways, been in my usual mission of putting in hours, trying not to gamble on stock trades. Although i have tried a couple trades and it eats my attention, while im stressin about watching the price movement.
All for what, to get ahead. To get the beaches and beautiful women. Lets just keep rockin. I hope you all had a good Holiday weekend, a merry Xmas, and lets finish up this year strong like champs.
Meanwhile, im making my 2nd cup of coffee here at the Sleep Lab.
Cheers to the coffee crew, and cheers to the good people of Hive. What brings us together is trying to setup this lovely place where we can appreciate each other and increase our stack of coins at the same time. Lets keep chuggin and truckin.
Sticking with the usual Columbian Supreme that ive been stocked with.
A bold, medium flavor and using someone else's creamer like the savage i am.
Ahhhhhh, sooo good, but needs to be a little sweeter. Or does it, i use to be more health conscious, now im just giving into the sugar addiction.
Also this new mug as a present from a coworker.
I may have said this line to her at work one night, and what a sweet person to remember such a random quote from the Duck that i am. Little things like that are cool. There ya go though.
Ive lost some motivation. Plunging of prices has been smashing my mentality a bit. Splinterlands is hurting me right in the gut too, but im staked in all this time, and my only recourse is to keep stackin at this point.
IF....i was a mouse.
IF....i scurry in your house.
Dont be too shocked, when awoken from your sleep and arouse.
To see that im not just furry, but im bearded and clad in red and white.
What a sight, a mouse with a beard and suit, thats right.
Call me Santa or call be just a savage.
Our accounts shall not be forgotten or ravaged.
We keep fighting until we can pack up our baggage.
We keep growing like plants of cabbage.
But all of a sudden, from the chimney like a puff of smoke.
Is it real life or just a joke.
Popping out like some mad bloke.
Smoke and roasting, the fire stoked.
Magically unpoked.
To deliver a few goodies by the bag and settle by the tree.
Some things in life can never truly be free.
Just open our eyes so we can see.
The new Year is upon us and Xmas in the past.
Lets make this new year better than the last.
