15 APRIL 2005. FRIDAY. 09:32PM.
Here we go again ... There's a real apparent reoccurrence that happens throughout my life, my best buds always end up moving a gazillion miles away from me and i turn into a big drama queen and wallow in self-pity for a couple of days. It all started after college, all (and i mean ALL) my friends left home for exotic countries and i was stuck in the humidity at a local art school. Toally bummed. Three years later, it was time for me to leave and what do you know, everyone returned home. So what does that mean? Everyone was back together, i was ALONE in a new place. Woo-hoo. This pattern continued rather frequently in years that followed, and i have become an expert in saying goodbyes. Avoid airports at all costs. Don't quantify the time before you see each other again ('cos you'll end up back at the start ... d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d). Go shopping. 'Nuff said. Sherrie (my best bud-in-crime) left perth today, i'm going to be a drama queen for the whole weekend and wallow in my own misery. And thank god i went shopping at lunchtime. SEE PRE-DEPARTURE SWISH HANGOUTS HERE.
