I’ve been a really really bad writer this year, ( as the previous one… but well, i believe in constance).
But I couldn’t miss the occasion to wish my babyblog a happy 2 years anniversary.
It has growned really slowly… you know, just like this kind of retarded kids, really slow.
The ones everybody know they’re retarded but nobody would tell cause the mom is too sensitive, and likes to pretend her kid is not different.
My blog’s not retarded, just… it likes to take its time, to learn things, to comprehend stuff and to be able to talk about it.
All in all, this year was a tremendous, incredible, beautiful, big bowl of shit.
Nothing was happening.
I mean Not a fucking actual little something happend for a good three quarter of the year, and all of the sudden people started to die.
They just dropped dead.
It was sad and all, but C’est la vie, and we all know that.
Truth to be told, it wasn’t all this bad.
Some micro-good-event happened… I think… I’m not sure what right now, but I believe they’ve happened.
(Tom Hardy films… mainly.)
So what I hope for next year is more mega-good-things to come, achievement, happiness and so much much more love.
We lack love, we have a distorded vision of love, love’s not easy maybe, but it’s all that matters.
I’m going sentimental here, but this is just once a year.
So now let’s be thankful for it was worthing it.
I’ll be thankful for my family.
Thankful for the tea.
Thankful for the friends.
Thankful for the pyjamas.
Thankful for the litterature.
Thankful for the music.
This is not a lot of thing, but I am not a lot of things.
Here I quit for the year.
I have a chicken to roast with my mum.