I am sitting here thinking, do I wanna have a blog? I mean does anyone really care about my ranting? For some reason, I find myself associating blogs with ratings. I honestly cant picture myself putting anything truly personal or private on here, and actually I am feeling pressured wondering if I even sound intelligent enough to be writing this. I guess keeping a blog is better than drunk dialing, but drunk blogging could get dangerous too. (Is blogging even a word?) OK, so here is my virgin blog.
I guess its best to start with something I am passionate about. I am passionate about everything I love actually. Wow, love. I could talk about love for hours, but I would so much rather be smack in the middle of it. There are so many types of love and I love every single type of love that is out there. The love for my family, siblings, children. One can never be surrounded by enough love, and One should never take any healthy love sent their way for granted. I can tell I'm blog mode; I'm using the infamous one word. I am really lucky. I am completely embraced by love all around me, and when I feel all alone in this huge world all I have to do is remind myself that I am surrounded by people that love me. So tell me, if I intellectually know I am loved... how come that isn't enough sometimes? That question is completely rhetorical and I am not looking for an answer. Mostly because I already know the answer. Well, I have offically blogged. I think I might like this. The good thing is I am out of time and that will keep it from becoming a novel. Until next time... I leave you with a line from a song I recommend you d/l. Ben Harper " Walk Away"

"With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness, you put the good times into my fun."