It's been approximately 28 hours since Schmett and I parted ways and I still can't get this kiss out of my head. I mean, sure it was a little sloppy, he used a little too much tongue and the licking was...weird. But still...wow! Okay, I know! "It was just a dream, no need to get so worked up about it, jeez!" I know. Maybe something like this seems mundane for all of you out there in cyberspace who have people kissing them all of the time. I am not so lucky. It's been a while since I've kissed someone. I mean quite. a. long. while. Like 3 years. (deep breath) There...I said it.

Normally, this kind of confession would drive me to a quart of Blueberry Dream ice cream and a Law & Order marathon. However, as I was thinking about this last night I realized that it's actually kind of exciting. It's been 3 years since I've been kissed. By all rules of logic, my next kiss is gonna be the best damn kiss of my life! Yes, I can hear you screaming into your computers "That's not necessarily true!" and I think I heard someone yell "there are many factors which you must consider!" But I am sticking to my original assessment. Even if my next kiss were with Flava Flav with all his gold teeth poking me in the gums, it would be the best kiss ever. Let me explain myself...

• Best piece of pizza I've ever had--pizza hut pizza after fasting for 32 hours with my youth group
• Best shower I've ever taken--after a weekend of camping at the Winfield Lake
• Best Poop I've ever taken--After a week at summer camp (I wasn't gonna be the one responsible for stinking up the cabin)

This logic is irrefutable. Do not attempt to refute it.