Pictures of people be-ing where I want to be, with the people I want to be with; that drives a point into my side. Metaphorically, they are caught up ogling and smelling the cake under their noses and not cherishing the entirety of the meal gratefully with each bite. Shortsighted, in a word. Weeks pass on, and I am so easily forgotten because I am not right there. Not always there. What sort of friends do I have that I must remind of my very existence? Is that friendship? I am humbled by the fact that I am valued so little by so many and honored by the fact that I am remembered by a solid, true few. In this respect, I have such a precious handful of friends from the last year of my life and am grateful for them, no matter how little time we have for each other. My thanks to you, A, Ke, I, Ka, L, B.
M, you’re in a league of your own. You’re my favorite person to pal around with. You get me (or something to that effect.) But, you’re so silent and absent lately. I just want my girl back.
Ca. We’re solid. You know what time it is. FO’ LIFE.