so pan comes online and sends the same email to a couple of friends and sends me back the replies, double quick. friends i haven't spoken to for a while, email me back quick too, even though i hardly ever see them online, and say - hey of course i want you to succeed. and they have really carefully calibrated answers.
pan, i suppose, with a certain child-like glee, responds to me when i tell her in dismay that so few have replied - "oh it's times like these when you see who your true friends are, aint it."
i wouldn't go so far to stretch it that way, but i used to think maybe birthdays are a good way of measuring who's a friend and who isn't - but who am i kidding? it's people who want to see you successful, with very little selfishness of their own. the ones who talk to you about your fears and hopes for the future - sometimes being cruel but only because they want to push you to reach the best you can. i guess i'm just wallowing, and the damned headache isn't helping.
plus i'm sick and my mother has completely neglected to give me food. when my brother had a slight sprain, my mom fussed over him and made him go to the doctor twice in the span of a week.
you really don't have anyone but yourself.
honey you cannot afford me
the one who got away
i'd like to take a slow boat to china
the baker
trent!!
lil missdrinkalot
tres bitchy
fuggers
secret wank shed
blood ninja