I am furious that you’re putting the onus on me for making you feel that you’re unable to make friends. How can you blame me for making you feel inadequate when the only thing that I did was feel inadequate about myself? Take responsibility for your own actions and reactions.

I never “threw you away.” I was so afraid that she would convince you to get up and leave me that I did the only thing I thought I could do to stop us from falling apart. It obviously was naïve to hope that isolating myself from everything to do with her, including you, would keep that from happening, but that’s what I did anyway. I didn’t intend to throw you away, and I hate that it felt that way to you.

The cycle is complete now, I suppose. To whatever degree of intentionality, I threw you away like Carly threw me away, like you threw Jen away, and like Carly threw Meghan away before me.

I will miss our friendship. It was real friendship to me. I dug you out of a snowbank when you slid off the road, after all, because that’s what real friends do. I went out over the summer with you and took hundreds of pictures with you; I even let down my guard and insecurities enough to let you shoot me, even though I still hate being photographed, and even though you’re the only person beside my father who I’ve felt comfortable enough with to do that, because I thought that you were a real friend.

Goodbye, Lauren.

Brooklyn, Burning by Steve Brezenoff

You guys you guys I think we need to find a copy of this book and then READ IT.

Today’s plans:

  • Grocery shopping with Momdra
  • Super Secret Project with Lauren
  • Mow the lawn
  • Post the 100 Followers gift that I promised you (There’s 122 of you now! You’re all excellent and attractive and wonderful!)
  • Probably at least one gpoy
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  • Something else that I was about to type but then forgot while I was thinking about how wonderful and attractive and excellent my followers are.

And I was going to say, “It’s okay, Lauren, I’ve realized I perceive awkwardness in places it doesn’t exist, too,” and she was going to say, “I told you so.”

thelostfinch asked: How do? How do black magic of tagged pages? Do not understand.

Seriously, Lauren, it’s not that hard. Go to Customize, and along the top bar should be Pages. Then go Add a Page. When it asks for Page Type, set it to Redirect and then fill in the appropriate URLs where you want them.

Sheesh.

The tallies are in!
-kotori answered: short storyyyy
r0yalewithcheese answered: your boobies
troyisred answered: Short story! It’s been a while since we’ve seen some of your writing. Although r0yalewithcheese’s suggestion is fine too.
thelostfinch answered: Arlo, Arlo, Arlo. Please!
jtem answered: Talk about the weather.

Three votes for short story, two votes for boobies, and one for the weather….



Short story it is!

Portrait of thelostfinch.
My photography.

Portrait of thelostfinch.

My photography.

So I have this friend, thelostfinch, who takes incredibly sexy pictures of wind turbines. Like, incredibly sexy pictures of wind turbines. With her film camera. Too cool. Too cool.

So I have this friend, thelostfinch, who takes incredibly sexy pictures of wind turbines. Like, incredibly sexy pictures of wind turbines. With her film camera. Too cool. Too cool.