M#gan

It's time for me to update my blog. I'm sure many of you have been wondering where I've been. I'm sure because of all the comments I've received from my loyal fan(s)...right. I have plenty of blogs lined up so don't worry, I'll be back sooner next time...maybe...maybe not...probably not...nope...

For those of you who didn't know, WK was in town for a few or five weeks. That's where I've been...with WK. Seeing as she's my fiance and lover (I typed "lover"...and didn't forget to delete it), I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could before she went away again.

Every once in a while, I receive gifts from people. I rarely ask for people to get me anything (unless you're my parents - i.e. a car, violins, rent, food, an iPod, clothes, $, some money, everything else I own, etc.) or expect people to get me things and I try to appreciate whatever it is that's given to me...whatever it is. After all, it's the thought that counts...and for me that's absolutely true.

So...what is the relevance of the paragraph above?

While WK was in the U.S., she went to visit her brother for a few days. When she came back, I was surprised with a gift she had picked up in Salt Lake City. As I eagerly pulled tissue paper out of a bag, then a box out of the bag, then opened the box, I saw that it was a mug. I don't have many cups in my apartment. It's probably because I like glass cups and always end up breaking them (I have 3 out of a set of 4 wine glasses, 3 of 4 glass cups that I bought from IKEA, 2 of the 5 cups I bought at a garage sale and one of them has a crack in it, and the "CANADA, EH!" mug that someone got me is chipped and will probably only last another few weeks), so I was pretty happy about that. Then, I noticed that it was one of those souvenirs with your name on it and yelled "SWEEEET!!" in my head (I don't express emotions). I saw the 'M' and the 'gan,' which is the beginning of only two names that I can think of, one of them being Morgan, and get really excited (in my head). Upon closer inspection I noticed a few flowers - normal since Morgan is the name of many females - and then didn't see 'or,' but instead saw an 'e.'

'Megan'

Being named Morgan my whole life, (yes, all of it) I know, and all other Morgans know, that gift shops never have anything with 'Morgan' on it. The only names that begin with 'M' on souvenirs are Matt, Michael, Mary, Melissa, Margaret, Megan and maybe a few others I can't think of. There's never a Morgan license plate, bumper sticker, key chain, shot glass, spoon, etc. I've looked ever since I was little and have never seen Morgan...but I still have a little tiny bit of hope that some day I'll find it. Anyways, so WK could have been in a rush...if you see M#gan, you have a 50% chance that it's Morgan.

Whatever...I'm not blogging to complain about the name on the mug! Remember?! It's the thought that counts. I was happy that WK brought me something not because she never gets me anything, but because she thought to and wanted to get me something, something that she thought had my name on it. It's the fact that she thinks about me, because she cares about me, because she loves me,(and maybe the fact that I always ask, "So...what'd you get me?") that she wanted to and got me that mug. Wonkyung didn't have to buy me the mug. She doesn't have to buy me anything, ever. WK gives me everything that I need...

...her Love...

That's the greatest gift WK can give to me. Without it, anything money can buy is meaningless.

Love is the best gift anyone can give me. There are people who love me, even if I haven't seen them in a long time or will never see them again or have never seen them, and that love is what helps to keep me sane and content with my life...and I can never forget or take that for granted. It's that love I try return to anyone and everyone. Anyone and everyone who has touched my life, however brief our encounter(s) were or are...or even if they have yet to touch my life. I love all of my friends and family (maybe it's a bit different from then way I love WK or maybe it's that I'm not in love with my friends and family, but...love boils down to love) and you may not realize it but I'm constantly thinking about all the people in my life.

So what's my point?! What am I getting at?! What's with all the cheese?

Besides what I've been saying for the last 500 words...

Basically that love is the greatest gift that anyone can give me...so I try and am going to try harder to return that love to everyone

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ok...actually I won't be getting anyone birthday/Christmas/Hanukkah/etc. presents anymore...ever...not because I don't want to...but because I'm broke...and I was just trying to come up with a sappy way to tell you, yeah you, without really telling you...not that I've been giving anyone anything lately...lately I've been giving myself lots of things...whatever...I'm an ass...

Picture of the mug and a few other 'gifts' that were on my desk (bottle of smell-nice, key-chain, and a bee finger puppet on a bottle of glue)