I think of you sometimes. Sitting here, so neglected, so unloved. I imagine writing in you, using you as you so want to be used. I would like to pledge my allegiance to you. Dedicate myself to writing in you once a day, appreciating all you can and will do for me. A photo, a link, a video embed ... you bring all the goods. But I can't. I'll see you when I can, knowing you will be here waiting to start with a blank slate each time. Forgive me dear blog. I'll give what I can.
