I’ve been asked, on occasion, if I ever shut up. Honestly? I don’t think I’ve said enough.

One day I had this thought: What if I never fall madly et completely in love? What if, toward the end of my life, I’m left with Alzheimer’s et no one around to retell my life’s events like in The Notebook? So, I started to journal—just in case I have to The Notebook myself. 

This is just another journal. 

Sometimes the photos will be grainy, sometimes the reference obscure, sometimes I’m a little corny out loud, but I promise you, you will be okay.