Meh.

I have SO fallen off the earth with this blog.  Too much going on.  Anyway, a few quick send-off tributes:

Guy I went to high school with, who I'd known since kindergarten, when we took swimming lessons together.  In fact, I think those swimming lessons MAY have been the last time we hung out!  Married another schoolmate, had a kid plus *twins,* and I enjoyed pics of said twins.  Updates about every sporting event on television, not so much.  Especially soccer. 

Chick that was a senior and cheerleader when I was a freshman.  Is now selling Amway, or the GNC equivalent of Amway, and needs the support of her network to make it big!  and retire before age 40!  Best of luck with that.  I don't need a weight-loss wrap that shows results in only 45 minutes.  But thank you anyway.

Kid brother of an elementary school friend (and friend of my kid brother) who was super-supportive during St. Baldricks... BUT can't excuse the nastiness that spews out of him on semi-regular basis.  All sunshine and light until he erupts with some first-rate Tourette's-style stream of consciousness hatred for the black people who live in his neighborhood, and apparently steal all of his stuff.  Maybe they're targeting you.  Maybe it's because you come off as an asshole with these rants.  With so much anger, I just can't trust you with my personal info.  A little too unhinged, dude.

Another kid-bro of a school friend... no interaction beyond that, unless I bump into you in my college town (where you ended up, after I'd left).  That'd be sweet.  But unlikely.  And you don't seem the type to hold an un-friending against me.

And finally... I just don't like you.  I've kept you around, because we live in the same city.  But we've not bumped into each other, oh, EVER. I find myself cringing at your every post, because you are JUST. SO. HIPSTER.  It's almost as if every time someone posts an article about what local people *might* be "doing," you go out and do exactly that.  It's your life, so live it, but I can't help rolling my eyes at it.  And that's no basis for a friendship.  Even a pretend Facebook friendship.  So go on with your plastic-80s-sunglasses, homeschooling, urban-chicken-cooping, farmers-marketing (and the list goes on) bad self.


Until next time, or next year, whichever comes first....