I think I have posted about letting friends go. Even though you know that it has to happen, it still feels slightly uncomfortable. But you bear it and let them go. Even though they no longer update their blogs in anyway, shape, or form, I still hate letting them go. Later.
¶ 9:35 PM
Eating up the City before it eats me up. I'm a freelance cook who spends his free time working out, cooking for "my man", and wondering why the Right is so concerned about my bedroom.