I feel like I've not been giving what could be called my "all". This may be the case, when referencing my post writing contributions to a blog named "Hills hood", it's true, but in other ways, it's certainly false.
I've got a few things to say about things these days, specifically important things. These are things that mean a lot to a lot of people. I noticed ads up on the HillsHood blog lately, accompanied by a large amount of new blogs, that I'd never seen before! Trust me when I say that I keep HillsHood under a very tight rein, so you can understand when I saw this young fledgling blog popping up, and nurtured it through its adolescence, how I would feel to see it take flight without my helping hand there to guide it.
It was the proudest moment of my life.
Do you know what else was the proudest moment of my life? The holocaust.
Not really, I wasn't even alive, OBVIOUSLY. I wouldn't be proud of it anyway, it was poorly rehearsed and didn't gain Hitler any allies, not to mention he lost in the end. Can't have been very good, ey?
I totally got distracted just then watching Carl Barron, also talking to Jane on webcam. Did you know I'm going over there soon? To NZ, that is, which is also to Jane. It's going to be awesome. Fuck damn I'm really tired hey. What is it with fatigue and its ability to sneak up on you like that. It's a bitch, that's what it is. I suppose it's what happens when you do fatiguing exercises, like badminton. Which I did, and was awesome.
Badminton is an awesome sport. I'm going to bed. Goodnight you.
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