Moving

So that fucktard J is moving to effing Texas. I mean how crappy is that? I'm away for almost ten years. I come back from the dead and what sort of homecoming do I get? The bastard leaves. You know I still haven't even seen his kid since I came back? You know off the sarcasm for a second J that's sad, it really is. We need to fix that. We haven't even played a good game of debauchery ball. Well you grow older you grow further away. Cool part is the internet is making the world smaller. This blog has been responsible for keeping us in touch since I started it. Maybe that's part of the reason I haven't felt the need to blog since I came down. Maybe I'm just scared that now that I'm closer someone might find out about it. Work has actually started paying attention to the chat traffic and since they've provided a Jabber server for us to talk on there is no longer an excuse to use an outside vendor. This is hampering my ability to catch up with my friends. It's been almost eerie in a very comforting way the number of my friends who are still around town almost 15 years from HS grad. Now one more is slipping away. I'm not to worried though. You can't escape the vortex.