What the hell, I’ll bite.

I didn’t expect to get this far… truth be told I was expecting to be gone at any moment from shortly after the merge. But I did and it’s been cool. Jury members… there are some of you I never really got to know, others I did, some I got to know better than I ever wanted to, and I’ll be carrying those scars on my mind forever.

I kid… I’m a kidder… really. No mental scars. Well maybe one. No, not even one.

I should say at this point that I’m tired, so if I seem a little… out of it, please don’t judge me on that, I’ll try to stay sane-sounding but that can be hard sometimes, sleep deprivation is a harsh mistress. Been running on 4-6 hours sleep for too many nights in a row. I will try to be better rested before posting again.

SO. The point of this was supposed to be why you should vote for me to win. Coming from the pathologically modest and self-deprecating culture that is Britain it’s hard to stand and say “I AM SO GREAT, PLEASE GIVE ME BPS AND A PEEN”. But… umm… I am so great, please give me BPs and a peen?

Despite how “smoothly” it went, the contest’s been fun. I don’t have any particular special reasons why I deserve to win, but I guess getting to this point must mean I was doing something right. Plus I heard from a very reliable source (a source that definitely isn’t pulling baseless accusations out of my bum) that swine and plk touch children inappropriately. So there’s that…

This is hard. I don’t want to try some clichéd reality-show bull**** about how I love you all and don’t care about who wins because it’s just been such an amazing experience (has anyone ever come out of a reality show not gushing about what an amazing experience it was… I wouldn’t mind so much if they’d just come up with a new way of expressing the sentiment other than the same exact words over and over). Anyway… ask questions. I’ll find that easier.

Unless you ask hard questions, that would be less easy.