Google me too


If I google my name (old last name) my first appearance is #15. I am also #17 and #20, which is the intro to my good friend, Annie’s, MFA thesis. I found this out out of boredom but also because I was trying to find an old friend. Someone from my past has recently found me and in some ways, confirmed a belief about said old friend that I am grateful for. I know this is vague but perhaps it’s not time to out him just yet. Oops, that’s not what I meant to say…

IN OTHer news… there is no work to be done! I spent about an hour blabbing upstairs and just generally wasting time. I read my friend’s thesis, as stated above, and got kind of teary-eyed. I certainly know how to pick friends: seems I always pick the weird ones, the ones with a lot of issues, the ones who don’t call for weeks then suddenly reappear and reconnect like nothing changed. I wish Annie still lived here, but we didn’t make time for each other even then. Maybe I wasn’t fucked up enough to carry on day to day stuff with her like someone else we knew. But she was in my wedding and we had a lot of good times together in the Master’s program.

I wish I could keep friends.

I wish I wrote more poetry.

I wish

4 thoughts on “Google me too

  1. As a wierd, fucked up, yo-yo type, I would like to state for the record that we all have trouble keeping friends and most of us that have issues are not there to hurt anyone or make them sad. If you want to hear about fucked up friends, I can share some disturbing/funny stories. One of which involves a “friend” calling my husband a skinhead because he listened to industrial and goth music in his younger years and he happens to be bald. Yeah, that was a special night.

    If it makes you feel any better, if I google my maiden name I get a mexican pop star! 🙂

  2. I wasn’t blaming my friend, per se, because I certainly could have done more on my end. I hate how that works. I guess maybe I was just afraid that her lack of communication meant she didn’t like me, as lame as that sounds.

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