Capsized rhetoric

Do we need to speak in rhymes to get what we want? Do we need to speak in tongues to figure out how to taste? The fascination with speaking in nonsensical words and phrases only allude to a true meaning that is nonexistent. The passion with which I write makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and my entire body shiver. I think that everyone I know is collapsing into a black hole of subsonic depths from which there's no escape.

Does that above paragraph mean anything? Nope. Get over it.

Hi. I love cheese. It's too bad I can't eat it right now because of my diet and exercise routine. A big wad of mozzarella cheese sounds so awesome right now.

How was my day, you ask? Perhaps....

Let's see. I got up. Went to work. Ate lunch. Went back to work. Went to Wal*Mart. Went to the gym. Went to Rite-Aid. Went home. It was glorious. And I'm doing it again tomorrow. Except...! I'm driving to pick up Ariel tomorrow in Wytheville, VA. At least I won't be home, ya know?

Rachel's started packing boxes. There are a bunch in the living room.

And here we go...