I have fruit.

So it's been a few days since I've posted on here, or really anywhere online. Yeah, I've been busy, but truthfully, I just haven't really felt like posting. It is nice, however, to do so again. I know that for now, not many people read my website, let alone this blog, but someday, I will sit down with my wife and 2.5 kids in my suburban home after a long day as a middle class employee with limited responsibilities, and we will look back at these posts, providing blogger.com is still around, and we will laugh, and cry, and think, and then get bored and go watch The Office.

Things are strange these days. Lately I've felt a rush of personal responsibility, encompassing everything from finances to eating habits, and it's good. I'm excited for that. At the same time, however, I regularly encounter people who just seem to settle. Remember those 2.5 kids and middle-class job I spoke of earlier? I have no desire to be average (which hopefully you realized was the theme of that little rant). I want things that are out of the ordinary to become my ordinary. Just to make that clear. If I haven't said that enough yet.

I am going to admit, I wish like crazy that I was in a position to be with Aaron right now. He is living what I know God called me to do, and now, because I was doing my own thing, I have to sell phones to pay off debt before I can get out there. However, this time, I know what I did wrong. I don't know what exactly God has in store for me, but I'm excited about wherever I'm going, because I feel and see what he's leaning me towards.

I bought fruit. When I say "I bought fruit" I want you to understand what I mean. I bought 6 apples, 5 oranges, 4 bananas (yes, I'm one for numerical irony), three different varieties of fruit cups, and a bag of beef jerky. My shelf in the cupboard is strangely devoid of the usual participants, such as Campbell's various soups; the freezer is free from my usual frozen occupants, but I snapped and couldn't hold myself back from two things. Bawls and Tostito's Hint of Lime chips. Considering the usual habitation of my kitchen space, and adding to the mix my over-zealous bike ride across town the other day, I'd say I'm on track to lose a pound or two. Maybe three.

The time has come for my whimsical writing style to part electronic ways with your subconscious, so have a fine day, say 'hi' to someone you don't know, and trip someone you don't like.