I think I'm coming out of my unibomber stage. Watch out. I know, I know. I've been distant. I've been a hermit. I've been plastering the walls of my cabin with newspaper articles and writing "DIE DIE DIE" all over with red paint. (Wait, ignore that last one!) I've spent three to four years reflecting on life, the universe and everything, and I think I've figured things out as much as I'm going to. Life: sucks. The universe: is big. Everything: (um...I'm about three weeks short of figuring this one out. Oh well.)
I was looking at my third-floor pictures the other day (thanks, Carney!) and missing everyone. I miss stealing couches. Duct-taping doors. Covering the boy's room with pictures of Justin Timberlake. J.Lo of Cracka What?. The park. Ryan hitting on everything female. John Carpenter movies. "Smooth Criminal". Our giant door-stop rock. "Anytime is Train Time". The totem pole and Karen's fan club. Getting kicked out of the Karen-Mike-Chris pool "club". The Barbie Gap... the cardboard boob... found objects... the cranberry/raspberry dilemma.
That was a magical time. :) Even though none of us will ever find anything like that again- the right people at the right time in the right place- I can't help feeling sad. I'd settle for a group of friends half as cool.
I'm going to make an effort to stay in touch (better) with everyone. I'm organizing a barbecue, dammit. And maybe I'll even try to meet some new people... ugh. I'm too old and lazy for this stuff!
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