holy moley
Jesus Christ, it's been how long now? 35 weeks says my friendly livejournal indicator, a sad sad thing considering I used to be all but addicted to this thing. I was worried that my typing skills might have dropped off, but luckily, that particular talent seems to be of the bicycle-riding variety.
Internet friends, how I miss you so! Marianna, I have another new address, and of course my phone died and now I again am without yours. Jillian, I think you sent me a myspace message, and if it was you and you find this, it's been ages but I really miss you too, bitch-sister. I never had more fun on the phone with a stranger, and you know Harry Potter just isn't the same anymore. Kati, I'm lost without you and your smile and all the sweet things you have to say! Dan, I can't even begin to measure how long it's been, but just know I still think about you (and Amelia, too!) and I hope you're having a lot of fun settling into life. Michelle, do you even still write entries? geekface is dead and it looks like it has been for a while.
It's so strange, visiting the internet every now and then like an old friend. There's so much that's familiar, but everything is constantly changing to the point where just popping in to say hello is like a trip to a slightly different universe. Do any of my friends on this journal even update anymore? I hope so, because that's what I'm off to check next.
If you're hurt because I've forgotten you, please don't be, I do really miss you all. Just because I've maybe never met you doesn't mean you aren't my friend -- some of the best friends I had in high school that kept me going were the ones I met online and never in person.
Don't give up hope on me, and don't worry that I won't return -- wild horses won't keep me away, and it might be March before I post again (again) but I will be back for this journal. It's the only journal name I really ever liked after about twenty different names since middle school, and we all know how it is when you finally find that perfect internet pseudonym.
Rambling rambling, the one constant of my written and recorded life. I'll go now, but again, I can't say it enough: I MISS YOU ALL, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK IN TOUCH. It really will happen eventually, I promise.
Internet friends, how I miss you so! Marianna, I have another new address, and of course my phone died and now I again am without yours. Jillian, I think you sent me a myspace message, and if it was you and you find this, it's been ages but I really miss you too, bitch-sister. I never had more fun on the phone with a stranger, and you know Harry Potter just isn't the same anymore. Kati, I'm lost without you and your smile and all the sweet things you have to say! Dan, I can't even begin to measure how long it's been, but just know I still think about you (and Amelia, too!) and I hope you're having a lot of fun settling into life. Michelle, do you even still write entries? geekface is dead and it looks like it has been for a while.
It's so strange, visiting the internet every now and then like an old friend. There's so much that's familiar, but everything is constantly changing to the point where just popping in to say hello is like a trip to a slightly different universe. Do any of my friends on this journal even update anymore? I hope so, because that's what I'm off to check next.
If you're hurt because I've forgotten you, please don't be, I do really miss you all. Just because I've maybe never met you doesn't mean you aren't my friend -- some of the best friends I had in high school that kept me going were the ones I met online and never in person.
Don't give up hope on me, and don't worry that I won't return -- wild horses won't keep me away, and it might be March before I post again (again) but I will be back for this journal. It's the only journal name I really ever liked after about twenty different names since middle school, and we all know how it is when you finally find that perfect internet pseudonym.
Rambling rambling, the one constant of my written and recorded life. I'll go now, but again, I can't say it enough: I MISS YOU ALL, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK IN TOUCH. It really will happen eventually, I promise.