This Is A Call...

There is something cooking inside of me. Knowing just what it could be is currently the challenge. The corners of my stomach are twisting... I've got a feeling.

I've got a feeling that something really terrible is about to happen. I can't shake it. It happens every now and then--always followed by nothing. Really, then, I shouldn't worry. To quote Michael Scott

"I'm not superstitious. But I am a little stitious."

I just realized that I hate using the word "I" when I write.

The rest of this blog will be completed without the use of that word.

Currently this blog has about one reader. Two if you include the writer. Why, then, would one waste his time on such a thing? Simple--one has no choice. Once sucked into the void of blogatory-- escape is impossible. Remember the days of passing notes in class? Remember the days of keeping a diary or a journal under the mattress. They're gone now... replaced by internet capable Blackberry technology and Bum bum BUM! Blogs. Plus--the blog is the one place where anything goes. Anything can be written into a blog--and EVERYONE can read it! No secrets... what a concept....

Wow, what a digression...

"This is a call to all my past resignations... it's been too long." --Foo Fighters

The past is just that. The past. Here comes a new era... but what will it contain?

Crazy... Today, friend(s)... this blogger is just crazy.

Amazement...

What amazes me is how after only a few months, you can love someone so much that it hurts when your arms can't carry your fingertips far enough to graze their skin. When they stray from eye-shot, the memory takes over and cues up all the things you wish were still happening, and meanwhile you glimpse the things that you hope tomorrow will hold.

I am ready to turn my life around for one person--and even if I'm not ready as I claim, I am willing. I am willing to do it blindfolded, because I have seen something in her that drives me. She motivates me selflessly. She is my everything. I will succeed regardless of failure.