Dear Diary

I remember when I was a kid and I used to keep a diary. Do you all know what I’m talking about?...you know, those bounds of colored paper with those hideous, girly-looking, cheap covers… you know, pre-internet and pre-blog posts there was such a thing called a diary? Do people still keep diaries and/or journals outside of a blog anymore? Anyone?

Anyway, in my diary, I used to write about all sorts of stuff...from the stupidest mundane and random thoughts of the day to describing my hopes and dreams for the future. My diary was my private place to go to put pen to paper and voice my deepest darkest secrets and my innermost thoughts. It was my attempt to try to make sense of the world around me and sort through the thoughts that raced through my head. Sadly, my diary writing days were over the second I went to college.

Well...I'm having a very Dear Diary moment right now and this blog is suppose to serve as my diary but…it just doesn’t seem to be working.

So…Diary, where art thou?