Keeping in Contact

I dreaded it. I put it off. And the result: call after call and message after message until the urgency leaked over to my boyfriend's phone also. So, finally I bit the bullet and did it. I called home. It doesn't seem like such a big deal, but it is. Look padres (and anyone else that feels neglected), I'm just one of those independent individuals that doesn't feel the need to constantly check in with other people. Unless you hear otherwise, you can assume that I'm fine. It's not that I don't like you or don't care about you, I just don't like obligations or phone conversations or going through those pleasantries that society has deemed "polite" but that nobody really cares about. Thus, calling home (or anywhere else) solely to let someone know how things are going requires me to be somewhat fake. And I hate that. And it shows. And then I feel bad cus that only strengthens peoples' belief that I don't like them. You know what would solve everything? Just send me an email. Or get on AIM or something. I like writing. Therefore, writing to me greatly increases your changes of getting a response. Shazam!


In other news: Mario golf is the jam and "mother bitches" is my new favorite phrase.