I, Kyle, do hereby swear by the honor and livelihood of my chiropractor that I will blog at the very least once a week from this day forward.
Now that's out of the way, you may be asking yourself why it has been so long since I've blogged. Was I abducted by aliens again? No. Was I on a mission again? No. Was I out declaring my mantra "You madmen! Stop feeding those salamanders!..." to the world? No. Was I just lazy? Yes. I was too lazy to blog. Luckily I've discovered a wonderful chemical that kicked me in the taste buds and dragged me to the computer, held a carboxyl group to my head, and told me to blog. This chemical is none other than the well known yet misunderstood CITRIC ACID.
I came across a bag of the good stuff and tried making some super sour lemonade, but unfortunately the lemonade became saturated and it was pretty sour, but not what I was expecting, so I took a pinch of pure unadulterated Citric Acid and placed it on my tongue. Yowzers! That stuff is GOOD! Me and Becca are going to see the Dark Knight again and I think I'll bring along my good friend 2-hydroxypropane-1,2,3-tricarboxylic acid. Who needs sour patch kids?
My hope is that frequent blogging will help me step it up and get more excited about polluting the internet with my life. I just need to renew my love for blogs. I want to go back to the day when blogs were "secret" yet all too public. The days when we would plan doing something outrageous just to see if we would be mentioned in someone's blog for it.
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Funny how I bought Sour Patch Kids anyways.
So there was this one amazing time, in church today, when the teacher of Relief Society said, "then we can all be the BYU married-couple blogging kind of happy." Or something to that effect. And the room, including myself, burst into laughter. You need to keep blogging, if just for comments like that. I mean, that was coming from a ward in New York... keep the blogging legend alive!
Kyle, there's still time to change. I know that once citric acid has sung its siren song in your brain, it seems like there's no going back. I've been there. I understand how it is. But I'm here to tell you that there's always a way out. So Kyle, next time you feel the urge to pop the drop, just remember that you have family and friends who are just waiting to get the old, citrus-free Kyle back. Please, Kyle, come home.
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