*I spelled Hayley wrong the first time. I'M AMAZING.
For months now, in my drafts folder, I have had the Blog Post "HayleyGHoover" just sitting there. Empty. Waiting for magic to fill it. However, I put too much pressure on myself. I wanted to make my post about how I had watched all of her videos and think she's awesome and how she glows and all that mushy, pro-my-fellow-female stuff.
I didn't do it, though. I kept telling myself to wait. For what? For what? For what?
I suppose I could write a poem
About HayleyGHoover and how
There was never quite a girl
Like her and that is a-POW!
Someone just SHOT ME for being too mushy. And for writing terrible poetry. They SHOT me. In the arm. Typing hurts... oh man, there's so much blood. Am I going to DIE!? FOR HAYLEYGHOOVER!? Will that be in my epitaph!? What the... I blacked out. Blackness. 911? 000?
Has eaten more burritos than me and that makes me jealous because CHIPOTLE is my life
Always makes me feel sentimental and reflective after her videos... and I don't know why...
Y Yes, finally. DON'T FORGET THE EXTRA Y. YOU LOSER.
Likes The Situation so much... that sometimes... she just... I don't even... I can't... how!?
Each and every one of her videos has past by my eyeballs
Ye gods! You cannot know the power that bubbles within. Or something. It's Y. It's hard, OK?
Get this. One time I totally sat next to her and we listened to music and we were in the dark.
H-bomb. Nuff said. Is having one more sentence in these things even allowed? I BREAK RULES.
OMG. Sometimes I wish I could be beside her to slap people.
Off the point! I'm getting off the point. She has hair. Lalala. This is fantastic. This. Is. Fantastic.
Very much hoping that she isn't utterly embarrassed by this.
Ever have I had to find. I've had to dig away to find my own piece of mind.
Reckon that you must have been old enough to know All Saints? Come on! ALL SAINTS?
I hope you liked this blog that was totally 100% focused about you and didn't let down the Me Who Started This Blog With High Hopes Of Grandness.
Don't take my lame humour as a lack of sincerity. I think you're awesome and I wish you lot's of success in your quest for great burritos and with your lovely writing.
Miss you, too.