They sent me to Binghamton

I've always wanted to be on the east coast, and the universe responded…by sending me to Binghamton, NY. Oh you've never heard of it? Neither had I, but I do so love adventures and that's how I choose to view this. Let the adventures begin!

Love is Madness!

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Here’s how I feel about that:

um no

You serious? And what is up with the wings, though? I think it is things like the above that give people a false impression of what love is. Truthfully, I think love means different things to different people but I do not think it is this spectacular moment of grandeur where time stops, the floodgates of your heart open, and a fountain springs up behind you with colorful lights once you realize that you’ve been blessed with this wondrous, all-encompassing feeling that is love.

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To me, love is listening to your friend complain about the same thing over and over again, but being there for your friend anyway even though you really want to slap some sense into him/her.

Love is your friend or significant other letting you eat all the cheese in the world once in a while because you love it so much even though you’re lactose intolerant, but letting you know he/she will not be around for the consequences.

Love is your friend taking away your cellphone when you try to drunk text/call someone you shouldn’t, but being there for you when you whine/complain the next day because you drunk texted/called someone you shouldn’t have.

Love is being there for the big events and the little events, both bad and good.

Love is being able to be completely honest with someone, even though that person may initially be upset with you for saying something.

Love is being at your most vulnerable, lowest of the low, looking like shit and smelling like shit because you haven’t showered in days and having your friend and/or significant other give you a hug anyway. And also telling you to shower because you stink.

And finally, love is being able to tell someone you sharted, and having that person admit they shat in a bag in a show of empathy and solidarity.

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Didn’t expect that, did ya? 😀

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Author: lorz46

When I first started this blog, life had just thrown me a curveball by sending me to the middle of nowhere in upstate New York right smack in the middle of winter from my hometown in sunny, southern California. I had no idea what to expect, how long I would stay, or even where my life was heading. All I knew was that there were a great many adventures to be had after they sent me to Binghamton.

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