The Air Force One Post

With an astonishing five people following this tiny engine that could it is my sad announcement that I am officially TAKING THIS BITCH OVER! That's right with our illustrious co-writer busily working on a project that is going to take off faster than the Friendship 7, I have taken complete control of this blog. Please insert any evil laughter that would make you feel more comfortable with all of this.

Still more bad news folks, instead of querying the idiocies of life in general, that which were it not hilarious would probably drive us all insane, I am going to use this blog to get up off the mat. Five days ago I sent a text message to a girl that I was dating for five years, that I loved for five years and still do and probably always will. It is in my mind that love in the most natural form does not dissipate, nor is it able to falter in one place or the other, it simply takes different shapes throughout its course. I will certainly always love her, always be agitated when the last dance isnt mine, always think of the space in between her fingers as the the exact length and width of my metacarpals.

However it has been widely discussed that I should try to stop talking to her which much like a young Fonzy, my rebellious heart wants nothing more. So over the course of the next 30 days I am going to stand back up and leave the dust of this love on my jersey and start my next at bat. Five days ago I sent her a text message, four days ago she had a new boyfriend, someone in my place in line next to her at the movies, someone in my spot on the couch, someone with with their fingers where mine should have been in her hair.

You five followers, whom I am sure checked out at the first part of this terrifying emotional.....terrorism (I hate re-using words) will get to watch me stand up again. And every time I want to text her, I will put it here instead, every positive thing I loved about her, will be here as well. Out in the digital ether, among the many romantic ones and zeros passing between eharmonites and those who were matched.com will be this small letter in a bottle.

Thank you and please put your tables in the upright position, heartbreak requires drinking, so tables would just seem ostentatious.