Yeah, so it’s been a bit since I’ve felt the need to put fingers to keyboard and whip up some sort of mildly interesting or vaguely entertaining blog post. You know, not the greatest post you’ve ever seen in the history of bloggings, but not utter shit, either. One of those that elicits as “oh, it was fine” or “how nice” or “well, most of the words were spelled correctly.”
I was chewing recently on my relationship – it’s a long-distance relationship, like, LOOOOONG distance. We’re not talking I live in Illinois and he lives in Wisconsin, oh no, this is a distance that requires double-digit hours on an airplane long distance. The kind of distance that makes roll my eyes at a movie like “Going the Distance”, where Drew Barrymore and Justin Long are pinin’ for the fjords because she lives in San Francisco and he lives in New York City. Don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoyed the shit out of that movie because everyone cussed like sailors, they weren’t rolling in dough so flying to the coasts was not a no-big-deal proposition, and they captured some of the more agonizing bits of a long-distance relationship really nicely. All that being said...I’d sit through a Carrot Top show once a week if it meant my fellow was a mere five-hour flight away from me.
