Keep in Touch

So, my best friend is moving.

doubleyou-tee-eff, right?

Writing this is more than a little bitter though. I mean, the two of us haven't really spoken much lately, through no fault of his. I admit I should have made time for him, and for that I apologize (and hope he reads this without my asking it).

But an apology is but a phrase, meaningless without action to support it. So here my fingers tread along this keyboard, trying to make up for lost time. What to do, what to do...is it enough to say you're one of a kind? Hm...probably not. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.

More relevantly though, each time I've looked at your blog, I've noticed that the most recent date is April 30th. This is unacceptable. Just because our only conversation this year existed as waves in the hall does not mean you can slack off, mister. If all I can do is keep that on track, than that's what I'll do. And don't you dare call me a hypocrite for my lacking schedule of writing.

I sat down with a purpose, but it's not coming along very well...how problematic...this sucks.

This isn't coming out how I wanted it to, so I'll try to sum it up with a poem:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don't forget us
'Cause we'll never forget you