To All My Friends

I know I am really bad at keeping in touch. Usually my brain runs at warp speed trying to process everything around me. Like a moth flitting from light to light I jump between events without stopping to process my feelings.

My thoughts are having a huge house party and the muted tapping on my front door happens to be the fire marshal waiting to tell me that I am over capacity. You are all there, having the best of times. I just forgot to mention that you are with me—that I think about you frequently—burning the place down, no holes barred.

I may have told you that I would call you and I did not do it for weeks, or months. I may have told you that I would email you soon and your inbox received no love. I may have told you that we are going to get together soon and I never got back to you. I may have told you that I love you, and I still do. I just forget to follow up.

You are in my thoughts.

• I think about your boobs.

• I remember when you defiled my kitchen with a dark saber war.

• I fondly remember the last time you sent me a picture of yourself.

• I recall the time you showed me your studio and I was awed.

• I thought about how we made snow angels in the dirty NY snow.

• That time you danced in a fountain makes me giggle, still.

• I laugh at that time I borrowed your machete to chop down bamboo.

• I think about the first time you graced my house with your presence.

• I miss walking downstairs and seeing your face asleep in lasagna.

• Your green skate shoes makes me miss having a skateboard.

• Sometimes I wonder how you all smuggle weed all the way here.

• I love seeing you get drunk off of a keg we bought for the house.

• When I heart your post my heart sends you a piece of itself.

• I giggle and cry when I think about how you made me grab boobs.

• That time you showed me your puke still makes me cringe, and smile.

• I am amazed that you did not punch me out for grabbing boobs.

• When I shake your hand and smile that means I like you.

• I would love to fix the fuse box in your Mazda.

• I mean it when I invite you to come to my house at any time.

• When you put a bork in my ask hole I get all moist. #nohomo

• I wish I could sing karaoke as well as you do.

• Your videos of yourself dancing makes me snort loudly.

• Do not send me penix.jpg again, I mean it.

• I vividly remember when we hugged and you told me you loved me.

• If and when you host another party I will definitely be there.

• Your offhand comments and observations makes me chortle.

• I miss the good times at the community pool.

• I will never forget how you take care of me when I need it.

• I remember the last time I made you smile.

• Sometimes I look at pictures of you just to put a smile on my own lips.

• I secretly read every post on your Tumblr.