This is me... sucking

So yeah, life has been nuts. In the past couple of months we have been through an unexpected firing, the plague flu from hell, a respiratory infection, two moves (yes, moved. twice. fuckinghell.) the beginning of two divorces of friends, and the start of a friend's life here in Connecticut. And these are the things I have directly been involved in the physical and emotional labor of. Enough to keep a girl busy, sure. But not an excuse for my recent fuckupery.

I've always been shitty with dates. I mean this. I love you, but I will forget your birthday. Unless I write it down and stare at that calendar every day, I will miss it. And I'm not likely to do that. There is a very small handful of people that I can actually remember the date. And of those people, I will still often lose track of time and not realize it was their birthday until after its gone.

But it still bothers me. And I will still feel like shit over this for a while. Cause all I had to do was pick up a phone and say, "Bella baby, hey." She deserves a shit ton more than that.

Anyway, this is to all my friends. Since I know I have forgotten and will forget your birthdays, anniversaries, and other important occasions. I'm sorry. I love you. I will do it again. And I still love you. Just because I know you well enough to explain your own emotions to you, or we're close enough that I've petted your hair while you cried... does not mean I will feel and do those things any less. Even though I suck enough to forget to say Happy Birthday on time.

Forgive me this flaw, please. I will continue to fondle all of your flaws. I promise.