I’m the worst friend

It’s my good friend Juicy’s birthday today, so I sent her a birthday e-mail. I would have called her, but I haven’t spoken to her in almost 2 years. What kind of friend am I? The problem is that the longer I wait, the guiliter I feel and then I just don’t want to face it anymore.

I’m in the same boat with my friend JC in Hamilton. We met in Banff 7 or 8 years ago and we’ve stayed in contact (an e-mail every 6 months). But I have a standing invitation to head out to Hamilton for a visit and every time I think about it, it never seems like a good time, so I’ve put it off now for about 8 months.

To anyone else I’ve avoided, ignored and generally not communicated with in years and years: I’m really sorry. You’re always on my mind—Prairie Vixen, Mac & Cheese, you too—and I miss you. (Yeah, yeah, cornball, but it’s true.)