Taking out the Trash: a flash into memories.

That's what deleting old emails is really. I went back to 2001, cleaning out my mailbox. The last one, still undeleted, from my CA at NIU. She's giving the girls on the floor directions for using the bathroom. It was classic and hilarious.

I also saw my life through three boyfriends while cleaning house. Most of which were also deleted, unless they were some funny quote I have to save.

Others from friends I no longer talk to. That's the weirdest. Especially because none of the emails were ever negative. All fond memories from friends of long ago.

There was one from Brian N. It's a metaphor for why he and I will probably never click as friends. We just can't get over our history, which, is largely who we are to eachother today.

Maybe the same goes for anyone in my life. You either keep going with what you have (friendship), evolve with it, or say goodbye when it's gone.

Who do I think my current, for real, friends are now? Let's see:

Eric: we get along almost better as friends then lovers.
Kiel: Because we do still sort of hang out, when possible.
Bret: Cause we're totally getting married.
Jess: Cause we totally are married.
Brian T: We've made it through many good times and some bad times, but I think it will only stand to make us solid friends.
Vince: One of the only Hollywood people I still hang out with, and hopefully it will be more frequently.
Andrew: Cause I know if I try harder, we would hang out more often.
Kori, Robyn, Adam: They might make it past Olympia, Adam probably the most, Kori next.

Anyone else, I'm sure, on a Sims level is more just an aquaintance at this point. I don't keep in touch with anyone, and it's totally my fault. I get caught up in what's going on with my life, and well, begin broke and carless doesn't help.

Which reminds me, off topic, I might be getting a temporary shit car soon. Only $525 and well, it's a neon but if it runs, and will last like four months, I'll be golden. I just have to hope it happens. Cause if it does, I'm going to make plans to go hang out with everyone I need to, one night each, for two straight weeks.

I think that would be very good.

Turn email ghosts into something concrete.