let's get real

I have grown to love many things, but nobody ever taught me how to show it.

At the end of it all, I've come to realize that being "strong" is not fearing love and emotional weakness. Without it, we're nothing but hard shells.

PS - I returned from a Chicago with a taste for red wine as I claimed I might.

PPS- How much does my layout remind you of Portlandia's "just put a bird on it"??