How it all started

Anyone who knows me knows my obsession with Beyoncé. I start screeching like a howler monkey when she's on T.V., and whenIi saw her in concert I started balling. Every thought I have in some way or another will/can become some link to how I will one day meet B. It's become so ridiculous that family and friends suggested I write a blog about the many ways I plan on meeting B–so here it is...