It's called a Paradigm Shift...

It's also still raining outside. It used to rain a lot more, and I used to get into a lot more trouble before too. Maybe it's all going back to the old days. But something tells me that while I may still have reckless abandon for the rules of engagement, I am smarter than I used to be about certain things and that it'll all work out in the end.

I want some McDonald's.

Work for the last two days has been very different. Different position, a little difficult to get used to. Food Club says fuck wearing ties. I think I have to agree. But overall, I like this whole new thing at work. Of course, it's only on the weekends, so during the week I'm still going to be in Media.

That shit was across oceans. Wonderful? I think so. Makes me glad to be where I'm at, because location is everything. Or is it timing? Who cares, because either way everything worked out. If it all fell apart after today, it'd be okay, because I got the answers to questions I've been wondering about for months now. But shit can only go up from here, and I'm down for it. If she really wants me by her side like she says, then I'll be there for her; unwavering and committed. If not, then I think I can live with that, but it doesn't look like I'll be walking this path alone anytime soon.

Transatlanticism - Deathcab For Cutie