I just wanted to let everybody know that I appreciate all the likes and comments y’all have been giving me. I feel the love. As you all are aware, I am new to this blogventure and don’t really know what I can
say that would be interesting or attention grabbing. Of course I have my moments, but mostly I just ramble on about whatever is on my mind that day. So, again, thank you everyone for taking the time to journey into my mind and try not to miss that left turn at Albuquerque. Auf Wiedersehen!
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I started to write a blog about this fantastic thing called cheese. But in the wild midst of my uncontrollable finger typing, I was diverted back to the previous page on my computer and lost everything. Oddly enough that page was Facebook. (It really does destroy lives) I was so distraught that I began to write a blog about this sudden misfortune in my life. I was proudly impressed with the words my grief ridden mind was able to create. To good to recreate here now. But I will mention, for the 3rd time, that cheese is the most popular stolen food item. As I’m sure you know why. I would love to write more on this fascinating topic of edible mold, but I don’t want to anymore. I’m left here to cry over spilled coagulation of the mild protein casein.
I don’t even know where to begin. Love is a terrifying thing for anybody and if you’re not ready to dive head first into the icy warmth of this magnificently, enthralling, Niagara falls of emotion, then you’re too chicken-shit to be living life! I can only hope that everybody feels this way about someone at least once in their life. You don’t need drugs, or alcohol, or even thrills to feel the adrenalin that falling in love can give you. It makes you want to shout it from the heavens. Scream until you are blue in the face. Dance until your soul has lifted you to a place that only fairy tales dream about. Love IS patient. Love IS kind. And love is everything in between. Love is nothing but inaudible noises and sounds, and if you can describe every last feeling than you’re not loving hard enough. I never truly knew the meaning of hope until this moment in my life. And I can’t wait to see what terrifying joy lay ahead of me.
– Emily O.