tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13076516.post2708421962289559146..comments2023-10-29T03:52:23.898-04:00Comments on pink sneakers n'at: She awoke to the hum of the furnace and could feel the warmth in the air. Clank clank went the radiators. Her heart sang. IT'S FRIDAY!!!Sarah Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00251034210962259082noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13076516.post-79342774310545555752006-11-04T04:53:00.000-05:002006-11-04T04:53:00.000-05:00i had a friend once. she was, for a time, my best ...i had a friend once. she was, for a time, my best friend; she was at the bith of my child and subsequently became his godmother, and then she went all rude and grumpy and i stopped calling and going to see her and i hear from people mostly that shes makin derogatory comments about me but apparently she told a mutual friend a couple of weeks ago that she missed having me around because she would have liked my advice during her pregnancy.<br /><br />my first peice of advice would be, sometimes, when you act like an ass, its okay to back down and apologise for being like that. <br /><br />but sometimes i think i shuold be the one that calls ehr and apologises - for what, i'm not sure - and see if we cent pick up where we left off. because apart from the fact that she was kind of a crappy friend, she was also a kind of good friend too. and i miss that.<br /><br />like marcus, i feel that if you push an eight pound baby out of your vagina while swearing profusely in front of someone, you should remain in some kind of contact with them.<br /><br />ANYWAY. my point was that i found your post inspiring. very well done.mohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00128932211062857253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13076516.post-83258073141993586922006-11-03T09:56:00.000-05:002006-11-03T09:56:00.000-05:00Oh, I couldn't agree more. Relationships are what...Oh, I couldn't agree more. Relationships are what it is all about. I have never aspired to do anything AMAZING with my career, but simply to love and to be loved. I hope, before I die, to love someone enough that they might know all my secrets and love me still. <br /><br />I like this post, Sarah Louise. I do. Sometimes letting go of a friend teaches us more than the friendship alone did. I have people that I wish I could talk to to see how they are doing, but I really don't want them back in my life on a regular basis, so I don't reach out. Let sleeping dogs lie, I guess.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07797634231980014686noreply@blogger.com