Friends

So, I finally talked to a friend today that I hadn't spoken to in almost a year. In fact, the last time we traded barbs was at her wedding, which I was in. Yes, I am that friend. You know, the one who simply falls off the face of the earth at the most random moments. It was really good to hear her voice. We just picked it back up. I really think I should present all wouldbe friends with a document, stating all my bad-friend tendencies - the bizarre story-telling, boring play-by-play details of my day and weird off-the-wall comments. All of this is of course, in conjunction with my talent for disappearing. If you have any doubt, just ask Tammy Cox. She will be more than happy to back me up, I am sure. I do have a feeling that my unnamed dear friend and I will always maintain this pattern. We have known each other for way too long. I mean, when you have grown up with someone who KNOWS what you looked like as a fat kid, it's pretty impossible to surprise them with any behavior. She knows me too well to give me a hard time about my nonsense ways.