curbdrop out of grace

supersize this fatty

this girl sara is now my "friend" on friendster. i knew her in a previous life when i was still stupid(er), back in ann arbor. she's dira's roommate and good friend. i don't think i've spoken to sara since the nite of the damn blackout.

she wanted to know when i'd be back to visit in ann arbor. ha-HA! i was just there last weekend (sorry about that dira, again, and again).

and you know what, i don't know when i'd return to ann arbor again because it's just not the same. i used to love ann arbor. and thinking about it, i know if i actually lived there, i would love the CITY more than damn troy/royal oak. i would probably meet more people similar to me. although i would miss the key players that live around here.

you (pl.) know who you (pl.) are.

but i hate visiting ann arbor, more or less now because it's not the same old lovely city it was just a few years ago when i attended school there. i feel lonely and empty and lost there now. i don't belong there. the key idea is what i said in the first line in this damn paragraph. "when i visit..."

i miss the old days with the old crew, skipping class and being retarded and not caring about run-on sentences and not caring about the serious aspects of life.

the biggest worry was, "should i drink so much to vomit tonite or should i save something for the weekend?"

and now when i visit, i worry about where i'm going to sleep. what we're going to do. who should i visit (because of the few people i know who live there, none really hang out or no another and i rarely get to visit).

and some people i really want to see have moved far far away from ann arbor. and they have moved on.

so it goes

posted by fillshe @ 12:07 AM