Yes. It's me.

Dear Blog,

Please forgive me for ignoring you for so long. You see, it's not you. It's me. I can't seem to keep my word. Don't take it personally, though, I do it to everyone and about everything. I lack the consistent gene; apparently, I started on my way to the Consistent and Responsible Gene Office that morning when I was a 6 month old fetus, but I probably got distracted by some pretty bauble my mommy was trying on, or some Cheetos she was eating. I can't say no to orange foods, you see.

I've been thinking about you; maybe not every minute, or every hour, ok, probably not every day, but sometimes I did. I'm just too much of a lazy bum to reach out and touch you. You deserve someone better. Someone who will not take you for granted.

But you're stuck with me, buddy. Deal with it!

I may be back later, and if I'm not, then I'll be somewhere else.

About this shot: Eiffel Tower, of course.