5th February. Waste Nothing Friday.

Long Distance Relationships...

Twelve Other Things I'd Rather Think About:

1. Switzerland
2. The base line in "Mother and Child Reunion" by Paul Simon
3. Spinatto's Spinach Pizza
4. Sidewalks
5. Tea Tree Triple Treat Invigorating Shampoo by Giovanni
6. Life before Cell Phones
7. Bicycles
8. My 'Wow' Factor for Tomorrow's Hike (Orange Slices, Silver Platters, and Mesquite Flour are already taken. Sigh.)
9. The Group Interview I was summoned for by Wells Fargo 9 AM Monday Morning
10. Spiritual Gifts Assessment Tests
11. The starry starry complexion of this desert sky
12. 12 more things I could come up with that would so be better than dwelling on something so not present

(Mostly I think one day is enough for Colin Powell to be featured on the Front Page of my blogspot. Already people are questioning if I've gone crazy; we don't need more fodder. He can go to the archives now. You should've seen him though. Amazing. I bet he doesn't keep a sorry blog.)

Speaking of sorry, did you know there's a "missyourmate.com"? I found it accidentally. I typed in LONG DISTANCE on dictionary.com so I can find out who invented this lousy 'relationship' concept (you know I'm heading to Wikipedia as soon as this is posted) and there was Robert Frost! "Two roads diverged..." The poem was featured on "missyourmate". Why? I wondered for two seconds before I quickly navigated away.. FAR FAR away from there.

It doesn't help, technology. The point of today's post, besides all of those other things that I was really excited about five hours ago: I really really really don't like LONG DISTANCE. I'm going to change the phrase to CARPE DIEM OR DIE DISTANCE. Because if you're not pouring your heart and soul into whatever it is you're up to, you'll find yourself analyzing the lyrics of The Eagles' songs and wanting to hurt the people behind the Industrial Revolution for allowing The Leisure of Choice, opening the door to options beyond working the farm.. I'd much rather swoon. and pine. and whatever else it was girls used to do over their loves (besides waste away in a brothel). How am I supposed to be a Proverbs 31 Lady nowadays when the US Highway System is so thorough, so litter-free, so accessible?

So. Do something. Don't cry. You're wasting your time. Pain is for Sissy's.

That's all.