Rising Up From The Ashes

A few weeks back, I lost my email addresses to the ex. I had only a few hours to try to forward all the old messages I had saved and to notify folks of my new address. I was not successful and lost several people along the way.

Then my computer died. The first week without it I went stir-crazy at night when I could not sleep and was not able to check MySpace, email or chat. It was weird to not be able to keep in contact with people as often as I used to.

Saturday, some asshat stole my phone. Effectively severing my last bit of regular contact with people. Funny how much I had come to rely on that little piece of technology that I had resisted for so long. Interesting how I missed the ones who would check in with me to see how I was doing or just say "hi!"
The pictures of fun times, the texts I saved for long nights, all gone.
In an instant some fucker stole my security blanket.
*poof*
connections disappear.

Pathetic really.



Or is it freeing?

I find myself wondering how long it would take before someone noticed I was gone.

Throw a few of my favorite things in the truck and just take off.

Hmmm…where to go?
where to go?