Today was my first day in my new job.

Do I enjoy it?

Yeah, I sort of do.

Is it over?

No, I have to be back at 5:30PM for the dinner rush.

I had to kill some time so I visited my old internet haunts.

I came to the conclusion that growing up in the country is the greatest thing in the world, no matter how much you don’t appreciate it, this is mainly due to the fact that my old haunts were my friends blogs and their myspaz pages, which had me remember the days that were so few years ago, but the greatest I could imagine.

Unfortunately, they had for the most part left tBlog in the midst of the HSC, as I once had

All that’s left is the stories of teen angst and the tales of a youth gone crazy.

I really miss those days; at the time I isolated myself, trying to escape the events that would make you the talk of our very small town. Yet, with my friends, something was always a drama, something was wrong, nothing was right.

Looking back, it was really chaos perfected. Compared to the charred remains of my friends that I see now. Twisted, immoral, stupid and ill prepared for what they are calling their adulthood, they put on masks of pride at how fast they have grown up. But they have lost sight of what is important, replacing it with alcohol, cigarettes, one night stands and sleeping with each others spouse.

I could never be like my friends, and for that I can be proud. It pains me to watch what they do to themselves and it pains me to think that maybe I’ll never get my friends back. I’m not stupid enough to live in the past, but I am however dull enough to believe that there is a hope for the old days.

norbetx.tblog.com/

lishmo.tblog.com/

unsigned.tblog.com/

skimo6.tblog.com/

dulie.tblog.com/

davohead.tblog.com/

oneeyedman.tblog.com/

honeycomb.tblog.com/

They stand like headstones for those who wrote in them.

I miss my beautiful friends.

Yours,

Pura