Oh Blog, I missed you so. In the doldrums of late winter, there are so few amusingly shitty things happening on Mission Hill (other than simply being Mission Hill in the winter time), that I neglected to care enough to blog about any of it.
But as I heard a loud altercation outside my window last night, the balmy May breeze re-awokened my primal instinct to blog. “I’m a real-ass woman!” an unnamed maiden cried at her brave knight. “Bitch, you tore up!” he exclaimed in return.
I felt my eyes moisten and my heart flutter with joy.
There is nothing like summer on the Hill.
