Simply put, love one another.

I just read this blog post by Nico Lang on his blog, “In Our Words”, and it blew me away with its truth, its prose and its beauty.I’m in a long distance relationship, and these very values that he describes with such grace are some of the things I and my boyfriend hold near and dear in our relationship. They really are what makes the bond between us stronger.

So if you’re struggling with your relationship, and feel as though it’s hanging by a thread, read this, have your significant other read it and talk about your next step.

You are unique, one of a kind, and there is no one else like you anywhere in the world, and because of this, You Should Date Someone Who Cares.

Above and beyond in the call of doody.

No, that’s not a typo. I mean doody. Like when you’re in the bathroom and must use toilet paper.

Has anyone else noticed that a lot of public restrooms place their toilet paper dispensers far too low? Like, you have to bend pretty far over just to get your hand underneath the rim, and then scrape your way around the large roll to find the end? THEN, you struggle to pull out a long enough piece because it rips every two sheets?

I find myself constantly frustrated in public restrooms by this, and wish they would have more common sense when attaching their cheap toilet paper to the walls. Honestly, it makes no sense to place the damned thing so that the bottom is lower than the rim of the toilet bowl. Wouldn’t it be easier for everyone to have it at a foot or two above the toilet seat? Never mind how much of a pain in the ass it is for the consumer, imagine being the custodian that has to bend down so close to the ass throne to refill the damned thing. Regardless of if it is clean or not, I would not want to stick my face near that.

I raise this concern and question because I just used the public restroom in my local 24 hour McDonald’s, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the paper dispenser was at about the height of my head while seated. It was easy to reach, and I was able to pull out one continuous length of toilet paper that I then proceeded to wrap around my hand and wipe to my heart’s content.

Here’s to common sense: thank you McDonald’s, for having the courtesy to make using the commode just that much easier.  I raise my large Dr. Pepper to you in a toast.

A poem a day keeps the monotony away.

I used to dabble in poetry when I was in high school. Recently I revisited my old notebooks and found I wasn’t that great, though. I should probably burn it… However I took a poetry class a year or so ago and it produced one poem that I’ve been rather fond of. It makes me want to try writing again but, I haven’t been able to find the right time or inspiration. Anyway, I’d like to share that poem with you. It started as nothing, just some random words I picked to rhyme, but soon evolved into a poem about WWII and the beaches of Normandy. Enjoy!

Storming the Beaches

The frosted quiet screams so shrill.
Bullet casings strewn and scattered,
Beneath the gutted bunker hill.

Lingers spectral hate left to distill,
Lonely thoughts that never really mattered.
The frosted quiet screams so shrill.

Driven forward, mission shoot to kill
With sweat-soaked palms and clothes blood-spattered
Beneath the gutted bunker hill.

Advance halted in a chaotic stand still
And just before the silence is shattered,
The frosted quiet screams so shrill.

Quaking hands grasp guns until
Shells bombard men bruised and battered
Beneath the gutted bunker hill.

Lost warriors leave a sounding will
Among the bodies torn and scattered,
But the frosted quiet seems so still
Beneath the gutted bunker hill.

 

May the wind always be at your back, friends.

A leap year, in more ways than one…

So as of February 27th, I’ve made the leap once again. I’ve decided to put down my fears and reservations, and made the ongoing flirtatious relationship official (a painfully obvious relationship that our friends noticed was there even before we knew). He will be known as Stagger Lee, the alias under which I first came to know him; you’ve probably seen him post comments here and there on my blog.

I’ve been battling with this for a while now. To explain, the last couple relationships I’ve had were long distance, and they didn’t result with happy endings (obviously). I feared the distance, feared being disappointed, feared hurting someone else and being hurt by someone else. But this has felt different, despite my fears, whether rational or irrational.

Anyway, I didn’t mean to ramble on about psycho-babble, that wasn’t my intent. I just wanted to say yay I’m happy and am glad to have finally solidified what was essentially a de facto relationship anyway. Stagger is coming to visit for spring break this Saturday and I’m painfully watching the hours slide by until then.

Thanks for listening, friends. May the wind always be at your backs. <3

They told me if I made you my Valentine, I would DIE.

So it’s Valentine’s Day, woooo!

Physically I’m alone but that’s okay. I’m not a huge Valentine’s person anyway. I subscribe to the notion that if you care for someone you should show it every day, not just one day. Though I admit it’s nice to be doted on, and it is a nice excuse to splurge on a nice dinner date when you have a tight budget. However, I wouldn’t get upset if I didn’t get roses or whatever.

Anyway, that’s besides the point. I was checking my blog stats and noticed my total site views had exceeded 1,000! I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who keep tabs on my musings. To show my appreciation, here are some nerdy cupcakes!

It's not a lie!

No, those cupcakes aren’t a lie. Unless you really want to eat them. Then yes, they are.

Happy Valentines, friends. May the wind always be at your (and your significant other’s) backs.