I have this yearly tradition of writing a long essay about how much the world sucks after the swedish finale of Eurovision Song Contest.
But this year... I just don't feel like it.

We all know that the wrong guy won. He's a little boy with a microphone, and the girls voted for his face, not his voice. It's a disgrace.

But in my mind, Danny won. He certainly was the best artist of the evening, and I knew I wanted him to win from the start.

So... here's to dreams!
And seeing Eric Saade shatter them all.