The trip was great.

Part of me wished I didn't need to come back. The other part was slightly more realistic.

I wouldn't tell you about it though. Because I know you aren't bothered to know.

I think that it's kind of weird when other people tell me about my post because I'm actually typing and talking to one person. I won't tell you who, because I don't understand why I'm actually talking to you either.

So, anyway. My daddy thinks that Mcfly is Mcdonalds' French Fry.

"It's Mcfly... it's their song."

"Huh? What? What, Mcfly? Mcdonald French Fry? French fries can sing?"

I don't really like the number six. So, since this post is number six. Let's make it a short one.

And end off... now.