I get progressively more self-aware as the years go by and reliving my earlier attempts at pithiness become reliably more excruciating as I do.
The trick to being self aware is to not let anyone else be aware that you're aware.
That being said, I'm going to Europe in a ridiculously short period of time and have as a result reanimated this decomposing blog for the purpose of chronicling my trek across the Continent. It is an ongoing feat of necromancy which I hope will conclude successfully, much like another unrelated cybernetic endeavor I'm undertaking simultaneously. Cue the giggling and snorting.
If I begin to write in parliamentary procedure, reach out and give me a smart slap, because I've only attended one Model Arab League and as such have very little basis or entitlement to entertain motions to table debate on whether or not "biscuits" should be exclusively in reference to flaky buttery pastries or what would elsewhere be known as "cookies" and may I have a second.
I'll let you know. I still ramble and make excuses about the time. Only difference is, I am now aware of it.
*bellowing*
YOURS CORDIALLY
Holmesy
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