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What I really think about this morning.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Just want to lie here all day, and play around on the computer, and listen to Taylor breathing (oh she looks so cute this morning!).

Do not want to get up and clean, but it is almost afternoon and the clock is starting to nag, and so is my rumbling tummy. I guess I’ll make some oatmeal and do some dishes, give the cat her morning inhaler, and try to motivate myself to shove my clothes (which have been flung about everywhere) into a bag or two, or three.

Ugh, housesitting. So lovely until you have to give the house back.


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What I really think about the evolution of love.

Funny how something as silly as finding your bath towel hung up (the way you like it) can make you fall all over again.

hanging towel

I know everyone says they miss the fanatical infatuation of a new relationship, but I almost think I prefer the towel hanging on the back of the door.

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What I really think about date night.

I think date night should die!

And then be resurrected as date day! A day-long event of love and exploit!

Today my lovely lady and I woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon. (Whoops–another long night of “Heroes” and herbs, and don’t laugh, you would obsessively watch it too. Every episode ends with “To be continued…” so how can you not? But I’ll get into that later). And then we did the morning routine–Farmville, breakfast, showers, tooth brushing, Farmville, et cetera–and then headed off for our day of dates and adventure.

We started the day at 4:30, catching a matinee at the $3 movie theater about 15 minutes from our house. They get movies a little later than all of the other theaters, but it’s totally worth it to get to see a flick for three bones, any time of the day. However, the popcorn is still $7.50. Anyway, we saw the “Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day.” Though it relied heavily on themes and events in the former movie, and all around wasn’t as great as the first (which is expected in pretty much any sequel) it was still thoroughly enjoyable, and definitely kept me guessing (something I’m obviously attracted to).

After the movie we were starving so we went down the road to our favorite mediocre-but-delicious-and-cheap sushi bar (the kind with the little plates and rotating conveyor belt)! Delicious and oh-so satisfying.

After sushi, we promptly headed back into Portland, and with a few minutes between stops, decided to go a couple miles out of the way to Taylor’s work (everyone’s least favorite coffee corporation!) to get some discount caffeine. After chatting for a few minutes we were  back on track to our next destination:


And let me tell you, though I have always been a fan of Michael Jackson–not the biggest fan, but a fan–this just blew me away! I’m sure the Sobes and intense light patterns helped, but that man was a genius! I was in stitches, grinning, and tapping my feet almost the entire time, except during the few ballads, and Man in the Mirror.

Great. Shit.

Laser M.J. complete, we headed back onto I-84 and to Belmont to Wunderland! to play games at the nickel arcade! After mass Skee-Ball and Ocean Hunter, we traded our earnings in for a few meager prizes: matching key chains (it’s tradition!), Party Poppers, a whoopee cushion, a few Army men figurines, a parachute guy for Casey, an paper fan, and so on.

After we were all gamed out (I mean, after we had spent all of the cash we had, literally every dollar, quarter, dime, and nickel) we headed home, and stopped at the grocer on the way for some refreshments–fruit sorbet and chocolate peanut butter ice cream, yum!

We took our lot and day of adventures, and headed our (totally not weary because we slept until almost two in the afternoon) weary bodies home, to end this lovely day as we had ended the last–bowls and Netflix instant play in our cozy bed.

Ahhh, love… : ]


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What I really think about relationships.

Ahhh another lazy, jobless day. I rolled out of bed just after one in the afternoon (this is acceptable if you went to be at 5 AM, right? RIGHT?) toasted myself a piece of bread, brewed a cup of tea (Earl Grey with vanilla and milk–YUM), and sat down with my best friend/one of my five roommates to watch Sex and the City, a lovely, easy TV on DVD catch-all.

And I have to say, as I’m sitting down here to write about relationships, an ongoing narrative is happening in my head–I can hear my own voice saying these words as I type them–and I feel like Carrie fucking Bradshaw herself. I’m not sure it’s all that it’s cracked up to be, but if I could live in her cute little apartment in New York with her great job, and channel all my funds not into Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo, but into red wine and herb, this would be close to my dream life! Aside from her string of failed relationships and the fact that I really enjoy my drafty old Portland home, that is.

But! that is not what I intended to blog about. As I sit watching Sex and the City (alongside the rest of the collection seemingly endless TV on DVD that I have been consuming lately) I realize that this show is almost exclusively about relationships. And, come to think about it, relationships seem to be the central theme of almost every (popular) television show and movie. The characters are obsessed! It is all they think and talk about–what is wrong in their relationship or how they can get into one or who they’re pursuing or how they long to find someone. The happiness of their entire existence hinges on this one aspect of their life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not  at all single, and I’m happy about that, but for all of the right reasons. NOT because I don’t want to be alone, but because I was self-aware and in tune enough to know it was right, and to be right on my own before jumping into anything. And while I am lucky enough to be in a happy and loving relationship with a beautiful girl, I like to think that my life does not center itself around it. And before I knew my love, I didn’t spend all of my time thinking about girls and how to get one and how lonely I was and blah blah blah. I was happy by myself, and therefore knew that I could be in a relationship, and be able to be happy with someone else–truly appreciate them and love them, because I want to.

Anyway, this trend is really pretty saddening, to me. To think that our culture is promoting codependency. Ugh. I wish everyone could logically come to the same conclusion as me–that relationships are not a necessity of life, and that you CAN be happy without them, easily. You can be happy in yourself, in your head, your hobbies, your passion, your other important and lasting relationships and realize that romance is not something that life is obligated to give to you, but a privilege, a reward if you will.

I highly recommend, in fact, I encourage you to explore YOURSELF! Think about your wants, and your needs, be a little selfish, and invest some time in something just for yourself, that has nothing to do with finding a mate. Just because popular opinion has told you to find a mate (quickly before you get old and ugly and no one wants you!) and reproduce (get on it, before your body can’t anymore!) does not mean that this will make you happy. Just keep that in mind, the next time you sacrifice a part of yourself for “love” or obsess over a crush or get down on yourself for being unattractive and clingy and dull and decide to just go eat worms.

But, that’s just my opinion, sorry if I sound like your mother.


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