Is there a reason some of the comments arn't showing? Humph. I don't think the internet likes me today. It's moody like that.
I missed one of my friend's parties the other day and I feel bad. I meant to go for an hour or something but my mind completely blanked. It was for her graduation and all of my old friends from high school would be there. I dunno, with the exception of Ed who is my non-sexual-life-partner and fellow homosexual-in-crime it's always the same thing when my old group from shcool gets back together. We'll remiss over lunches at school and bitchy teachers I haven't seen in years, and then talk about that time in ninth grade where I admitted that I read the New York Times for fun (never lived that one down.)
And then, inevitably, there's that little silence where we know we havn't talked for jack shit in two years and what's the fucking point of rehashing things that have already been rehashed beyond reconiton. We never had much in common back then and we sure as hell don't right now.
And lots of people read the New York Times. So fuck you.
I missed one of my friend's parties the other day and I feel bad. I meant to go for an hour or something but my mind completely blanked. It was for her graduation and all of my old friends from high school would be there. I dunno, with the exception of Ed who is my non-sexual-life-partner and fellow homosexual-in-crime it's always the same thing when my old group from shcool gets back together. We'll remiss over lunches at school and bitchy teachers I haven't seen in years, and then talk about that time in ninth grade where I admitted that I read the New York Times for fun (never lived that one down.)
And then, inevitably, there's that little silence where we know we havn't talked for jack shit in two years and what's the fucking point of rehashing things that have already been rehashed beyond reconiton. We never had much in common back then and we sure as hell don't right now.
And lots of people read the New York Times. So fuck you.