Blogging from the father's house.

Well, here I am.
At my father's. He has painted the walls purple. I like it.
I really wish I could visit him more often.
I enjoy spending time with my father much more than I do with my mother.
He's actually fun, and not afraid to goof around.
You'd never catch my mother playing the Wii (which, by the way, told me I was 38 today).
I love my father.
:]

Dear Brittany,

Your sentences are all fragments.
Blame it on the fact that it's 1AM.