So this guy who thinks he knows all kinds of stuff about the law (he's a lawyer) told me to stop blogging and do some work. I'll stop writing when you stop reading, deal? The guy's a good friend, so I saw all of this in jest. I started the weekend a bit early, but who doesn't? The crowd is moving pretty fast. The feelings are moving even faster. Most of the times life seems to be a blur of work, text messages and semi-regretful mornings. Sometimes I think in the future....like 40 years from now....I just want to say, I did everything I wanted to do. I want life to mirror what I have in my head. A shaken and stirred mix of raw human emotion that baselines off of happiness, love, and the feeling I get when I open my eyes after a kiss.
Call me what you want guys. I've been called worse by the girls.