You are one in a million and I love you so
I have this craving to write, although I have absolutely nothing to write about. I hate that, making an entry out of nothing. I prefer to wait until I at least have something to say. Or maybe I never have anything to say. But I will say one thing: crap, these fries taste good!
My day was uneventful, even though I set out having a bunch of things to do. Another one of those things I hate. Tomorrow, my brother goes in for an MRI, so I get to indulge in a hospital cheeseburger. Not quite as good as a Chinese cheeseburger, but it'll do. I only get my fix once and a while, which goes to show how much I'm at the hospital, which is, in it's entirety, a good thing.
I tried writing a poem for Dave tonight. You would think that it would be easy to write something for a man with such an effect on my mind and soul, but, alas, I cannot find the words. I used to find it so easy to write, poems of anguish and suffering. Now that I'm happy and finding the true happiness in my life, I cannot seem to find any words to relay my message.
It seems that he is all I ever think about (and, depending on who you talk to, all I ever talk about, too). I can't help it. For the first time in my life, I'm in love. I have found the person I had always been sub-consciously (or not so sub-consciously) looking for, and I didn't even have to look far. He has changed my life in so many ways. I feel like an unstoppable force, like I can tackle anything (ahem... well, one thing comes to mind).
My goodness, am I ever in a euphoric mood!
And I think I'm re-addicted to 'Feel It' from Jakalope.
Oh, let me concentrate.