... or, at least, you're dead to me.
Barely took six months to do it, but it seems you haven't changed at all. You're still a cold, unfeeling bitch who preaches about maintaining contact with old friends. That bullshit you spewed about rethinking how you treated old friends after a friend of yours passed away? Guess it was exactly that.
You used to be my oldest online friend. Remember the Foothills chat system that we used to telnet to? Yeah, I know it was over a decade ago. Yes, I'm taking you back. Way back. Remember the bullshit you did to me there, where I had to fight off a bunch of people because I pissed off one chick?
And yet, we cleared things up and became friends again.
Remember the game you played where you invited me to Monroe, NY for the weekend and you let your racist friend send me home by bus? I remember that you didn't stick up for me or anything. I remember having wasted an entire weekend because you let your friend decide my fate.
And yet, we smoothed things over and became friends again.
Do you recall the one trip you made to Manhattan? The first Magic: the Gathering pro-tour. February of 1996. I still have my press pass. And after the big buildup about getting together and hanging out, we finally did... for a whole 5 minutes, before you ran off and escaped. My friend had to hold me back.
And yet, we plowed over that bad crop, and we became friends again.
And thus was our "relationship" over what was an eternity compared to how long two people online usually know each other. All the benefits of a standard make-up-break-up couple, without the physical contact or intimacy.
So, I was genuinely surprised (shocked, really) when you "found" me on MySpace and sent me a message on April 3rd of this year. Two days before my 31st birthday. You'd assured me things were different.
And now, this evening, when I tried to talk to you about my impending move... you're of course logged in from work. Not that you "can't talk right now, can we talk later?", but "i'm at *WORK* this conversation isn't the only thing i have to do right now. stop being egotistical" {sic}.
After realizing that I was wasting my time with someone who didn't make a single effort to see if I was still alive, didn't pick up a phone to even say "hi" for five minutes... I'm done.
Jennifer Shockey, you're dead to me. Yes, I just hyperlinked to your LC profile, because I want others to see exactly who or what you are. Sure, you may get the remaining 40 points for your next level out of it... consider it a parting gift. Find someone else to make a sucker out of. And don't look for me 10 years later to ask me how I've been.
