Back home...at least that's what I call it.

At last, I have returned to the blogosphere to "enlighten" my 2 followers, and several other people who might blog browse now and then. I have returned to the city of steel, lights, and the city that enchants and haunts. While I was home during the summer, I would look forward to sleep. Every time that I lay in my bed, Chicago would reach me 800 miles away, and remind me of why I return to this place of ungodly cold, of homeless men invading my personal space. It is because this city that I recognize as my true home has truly stolen my heart. Chicago is one of the few women that I will ever love.

I will not bore my reader(s) about the tedium of Dallas. However, I will say that this tedium was punctuated with friendships that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

But now that school has started I love knowing where I am going. Physically. Mentally, I haven't the foggiest. I woke up five minutes late for class, and whilst putting on a pair of heinous shorts I had flashes of me working at Dominic's until the day I die. And no one wants that.

With that thought I have come to a realization. Also with the help of some late night Lady Gaga therapy, that I want to become one of those men that works till they get married. I want to be like the yuppie woman who work at their jobs until they find their mister right. They buy their MacMansion (mine will be a brownstone here in Lincoln Park or similar) and have my children. With that thought comes the thought that I am a terrible person, but at the same time, I am admitting it, while others just deny it. I have my life goals set and I aim for those goals. On that note, I bid you all good day, morning, or night. And thanks for reading!

Love, Rev RJH

P.S. Chicago, one of your children has come home. And is never leaving your embrace again.

Whoa...Its been a while

Yes, I have neglected this blog for a while. But don't worry. My haitus will soon be over. I shall resume posting once I am back with my beautiful girl. Chicago.