I give up

So here is an example of where some of my time has been filled with...I actually went to a Science Museum show on Star Wars even though the lighting in the movie scares me because it reminds of me 1970s porn.
The fact that I know that baseball season has started, Barry Bonds might break the home run record of Hank Aarons and the Mike Mcquire didn't get into the hall of fame is an indicator I am committed in this relationship. By the way I may of spelled all the players' name wrong.

The lull

Being new to this blogging thing, I didn't foresee the problem of not having anything to blog about.I have no interesting thoughts.I know, I know shocking isn't it. I find myself flipping through cable to find drama. I mean come on I actually watched a show called the Ex-Factor...desperately looking for things to blog about...is this the life of coupledom? Fascinating that it rhymes with BOREDOM... Are your lives much more interesting?
When I was single I remember going out every weekend, drinking until I blacked out and then getting up the next day to go shopping for the next ghetto fabulous hoochie top for the next night on the town. Now its a struggle to go out to eat Pho two nights in a roll...the MSG frightens me.
My analytical partner in crime, Forrest has this theory about how the energy or the pheromones between couples change, that our brain activity actually slows down when you are in a steady relationship. I am completely messing this theory up but something to do with how when you are single there is more energy to go out on the town(the hunt) and when you are in a relationship this life force couch potato overtakes you. How do you guys spice up your life? (Please no explicit description of role playing or anything that involves spikes and whips.)

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My Big Idea

I had an epiphany of sort this past weekend about maintaining our favorite middle school yearbook signing of k.i.t. Now that we are grown up and spread all over the world or in the same town but hindered by the parking lot we refer to as the freeway, its pretty hard to stay in touch. What I miss most about being in the same geographic region is the rich dinner party conversations about politics, racism, poverty and most importantly sex/relationships. Why not use this blogging thing? Post something in response so we can get a "conversation" going! Here is our chance to stay in touch; read it, partake in it, shake your head in disbelief but let me start the conversation with this scenario.

I would like to share about my friend, Oliver (some of you may know him as the other twin of Clarence) Oliver in his wisdom about what battles we should fight for in a relationship has this theory. In trying to decide whether or not to buy his girlfriend a bigger ring he came up with a solution. He measured the necessity of that battle by asking himself this question: When she looks at this ring would she think "Oliver is such a cock sucker or I want to suck Oliver's cock" Okay...I know, complete misogyny but you get the point. So in a culture where being independent and true to ourselves is expected if not insisted upon, how do you decide what you are willing to give up in a relationship?