scratch my watch or wind my butt?

I have no less than five friends who think I have died or that I am mad at them because I haven’t answered their emails.

One of those friends is on his way to Iraq. And he’s one of my oldest and dearest friends in the world.

The last email was pretty damn nasty. I have no excuses. He’s going off to war. There isn’t much worse than that right now.

I’m a pretty lousy friend at the moment.

One of my best friends is going through one of the hardest periods in her life. What do I do? Send her a bouquet of flowers in lieu of live contact. I’m a shit.

Another best friend just relocated to a new place and she needs all the friends and family support she can get right now. What do I do? Send her a short three line email promising to call soon.

I’m being selfish. I know it. They know it. And yet I do nothing.

But I did go to Anchorage and work those credit cards pretty damn good. For that, the two latter best friends would be proud.

The first one? He’s every right to be all: “Yeah, I’m still going off to war bitch, no amount of shopping can change that.”

So I will make a pathetic attempt at apologizing publically in this blog. Josh, Heather, Julie, I love each and every one of you and I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend. Forgive me?

P.S. I’m totally kidding. I’d never do anything that tacky. Well maybe I would…but that’s not the point.

3 Responses

  1. Lil Jen Says:

    Girl… I love you thru thick and thin. Even when you do get to busy to call or write. Hey, that’s life in the fast lane. Smooches.

  2. Chris Says:

    I love you too sweetie pie! You are so awesome.

  3. Lil Jen Says:

    PS… guess who’s on blogger now? Me! Ditched the website, too much to keep up with.
    Check it out:

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