I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half-past dead
Long and skinny: I'm back from Vegas. Saw some beauty, ate some food, felt some sickness, pondered some thoughts. Ask me about it.
I check my friends' page habitually. Upon my return, that was the first thing I did. In doing so, I saw that I missed alot of posts. I'll read 'em, as I always do, but not right now.
I hate using it in this manner, but when I got "back to the world" and checked your updates, I felt like I'd missed something. Can't pinpoint what I feel I missed, but I know the feeling it created.
It made me feel alone, out of the loop. Not that I was, or that there even is such a loop. Maybe alone's not the right word. More like... disconnected.
And I realized why that is. Its because I don't make it a point to talk to you all. I rely on this, facebook, Twiiter, and miscellany, but its a poor substitute. Reaching me by phone for a long conversation is a chore, as can be attested to by anyone. I haven't used AIM for a while, though I don't know why not.
Point is, I don't keep in touch like I should. I talk to Courtnay fairly regularly, but not enough. I stay in touch with Hedgepeth as well, though mainly with texts. He's as bad as I am about long phone calls. But I have no clue as to what you're doing, other than what you broadcast. I have no clue what Taylor's up to, or Fletch. Even more so with the four musketeers known as Bode, Leigh, Natalie and Morgan. I barely know what's up with Good and we're 5 miles apart. Same goes for Bad, but he updates Twitter like a sorority girl. And I can only assume Danny's still employed fighting aliens.
I'm going to start reviving my communication skills. I have a degree in it, for chrissakes.
Ended up being more long-winded than intended. Guess I missed you guys more than I thought. See you soon.
All my love!
I check my friends' page habitually. Upon my return, that was the first thing I did. In doing so, I saw that I missed alot of posts. I'll read 'em, as I always do, but not right now.
I hate using it in this manner, but when I got "back to the world" and checked your updates, I felt like I'd missed something. Can't pinpoint what I feel I missed, but I know the feeling it created.
It made me feel alone, out of the loop. Not that I was, or that there even is such a loop. Maybe alone's not the right word. More like... disconnected.
And I realized why that is. Its because I don't make it a point to talk to you all. I rely on this, facebook, Twiiter, and miscellany, but its a poor substitute. Reaching me by phone for a long conversation is a chore, as can be attested to by anyone. I haven't used AIM for a while, though I don't know why not.
Point is, I don't keep in touch like I should. I talk to Courtnay fairly regularly, but not enough. I stay in touch with Hedgepeth as well, though mainly with texts. He's as bad as I am about long phone calls. But I have no clue as to what you're doing, other than what you broadcast. I have no clue what Taylor's up to, or Fletch. Even more so with the four musketeers known as Bode, Leigh, Natalie and Morgan. I barely know what's up with Good and we're 5 miles apart. Same goes for Bad, but he updates Twitter like a sorority girl. And I can only assume Danny's still employed fighting aliens.
I'm going to start reviving my communication skills. I have a degree in it, for chrissakes.
Ended up being more long-winded than intended. Guess I missed you guys more than I thought. See you soon.
All my love!