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To all the friends I've lost before...
Nov. 21st, 2005 09:36 pmAlex: Age old friend who thought to disappear after marrying his 2nd wife. Good to reclaim you my friend. Don't care how much you think of me as long as you're IN TOUCH. I have your number now buddy.
MM: Coworker who got riffed and finally turned up on aim long enough to get an email address from... need to send him pictures of the girls and make sure he knows how much I admired him and his work. It was a totally unfair layoff and The Company lost a really good employee there.
Kathy: Still in search of. Where the hell are you lady? I keep sending and repackaging and sending mail to various addresses and stalkworthy strangers with the same name. I will not give up and let the Cult of depression or Epstein Barr or whatever's got you get away with you. There are too many Bobby Vinton purses to be made.
L: Mander reminded me to send you a birthday card, though I wouldn't have forgotten. I'm having the kids color pictures for it... hope that isn't snarky. For your birthday I wish you dreams believed in and realized. It's the only way to realize them you know.
Barbara from the 6th grade: I wish I could remember your last name. I still think of you as one of the coolest people I've ever known. Does anyone know Barbara? She attended 6th grade in Clifton NJ, of Polish parents, played the accordian and only had 2 toes on one foot. Seriously smart. I hope you're well.
Carol Marshall: Who did you turn out to be, totally in charge, I'm sure of it.
Sheri/Crea: It was good to hear your voice. I've lost, found and lost your number since. I'll find it at just the right time I'm sure of it. When I'm ready for your intensity again I guess.
Lancelot Michael Braunstein: Cool guy from hs probably building astromolecularphototronichypervascilators or something now. Last chatted on websearch fluke years ago, in Utah. Utah? He was afraid of sharks I think. Lance is now the name of a very small child of a friend of mine and he holds a special place in my heart, because Lances are cool.
Stacy Ives: Maybe you'll google your name and this will turn up and you'll pop in to say hi. You were my best friend in junior high and my brother and I were at your house when my parents decided to get divorced. I can look back now and think maybe I had a crush on you. Stacy, did you turn out gay too? I would not be surprised, though maybe sad to not have realized then. Maybe you weren't as a late a bloomer as me, or maybe you still will be.
and while we're on it, what about Ms. Faley, photog teacher in hs: You wanted to tell me didn't you, about me I mean? I know, you couldn't. I understand now.
And so. many. more. Where do people go? Why am I thinking of them now? Is it the holidays? Is it this vast forum that so tempts such nostalgia and narcissism? Maybe it's my blood cycle. In any case, to each and all I hope you are well, living life as you dreamed, drinking the juice, eating the fruit, loving the light and embracing the darkness.
Today's ritual: Light a candle and offer a prayer of hope and recognition for those who have touched my soul in some way, whether they know it - or I know them anymore.
MM: Coworker who got riffed and finally turned up on aim long enough to get an email address from... need to send him pictures of the girls and make sure he knows how much I admired him and his work. It was a totally unfair layoff and The Company lost a really good employee there.
Kathy: Still in search of. Where the hell are you lady? I keep sending and repackaging and sending mail to various addresses and stalkworthy strangers with the same name. I will not give up and let the Cult of depression or Epstein Barr or whatever's got you get away with you. There are too many Bobby Vinton purses to be made.
L: Mander reminded me to send you a birthday card, though I wouldn't have forgotten. I'm having the kids color pictures for it... hope that isn't snarky. For your birthday I wish you dreams believed in and realized. It's the only way to realize them you know.
Barbara from the 6th grade: I wish I could remember your last name. I still think of you as one of the coolest people I've ever known. Does anyone know Barbara? She attended 6th grade in Clifton NJ, of Polish parents, played the accordian and only had 2 toes on one foot. Seriously smart. I hope you're well.
Carol Marshall: Who did you turn out to be, totally in charge, I'm sure of it.
Sheri/Crea: It was good to hear your voice. I've lost, found and lost your number since. I'll find it at just the right time I'm sure of it. When I'm ready for your intensity again I guess.
Lancelot Michael Braunstein: Cool guy from hs probably building astromolecularphototronichypervascilators or something now. Last chatted on websearch fluke years ago, in Utah. Utah? He was afraid of sharks I think. Lance is now the name of a very small child of a friend of mine and he holds a special place in my heart, because Lances are cool.
Stacy Ives: Maybe you'll google your name and this will turn up and you'll pop in to say hi. You were my best friend in junior high and my brother and I were at your house when my parents decided to get divorced. I can look back now and think maybe I had a crush on you. Stacy, did you turn out gay too? I would not be surprised, though maybe sad to not have realized then. Maybe you weren't as a late a bloomer as me, or maybe you still will be.
and while we're on it, what about Ms. Faley, photog teacher in hs: You wanted to tell me didn't you, about me I mean? I know, you couldn't. I understand now.
And so. many. more. Where do people go? Why am I thinking of them now? Is it the holidays? Is it this vast forum that so tempts such nostalgia and narcissism? Maybe it's my blood cycle. In any case, to each and all I hope you are well, living life as you dreamed, drinking the juice, eating the fruit, loving the light and embracing the darkness.
Today's ritual: Light a candle and offer a prayer of hope and recognition for those who have touched my soul in some way, whether they know it - or I know them anymore.
