My dear friend Sarah. People. I love her.

Yellow Rose. 

A beautiful yellow rose
She is a new yellow rose
Everyone passes and notices her beauty
Her uniqueness is her beauty

Even in the rain, she stands out
A yellow beacon in a cold world
After years, my yellow rose begins to fall
My wilted yellow rose
Her yellow now seems darker

My wilted, yellow rose
No longer does she shine
No longer does she remember me
I must always remember
My shining yellow rose

Matty and Me. Love that man.

First slash not first post.

I'm going to be honest for you readers. This is maybe possibly my third attempt to start a blog. Yes, I maybe possibly have trouble remembering passwords. Don't judge me. I'm just getting sick of Facebook. *Gasp* Yes. I said it. What? So shoot me. It's the cool thing to start a blog (right?). So shut up and listen. I just feel like Facebook is a bit intrusive into my life. Also, the pressure to befriend people I don't give two carrots about. Hence, blog. I'm an honest person. So here I am being honest yet again. I only want my friends to read this. Ha ha. If you are reading this Sarah Ross. I love you Chicago. Ha ha! Let us party up this blogging world!....IT'S GONNA BE GREAT!!....right?