Friends…

Mick thinks people only visit his site because he writes about footy and boobs (not my boobs mind… he gets like a million hits a day for people searching for “Lara Bingle” naked and “footy tips” so now hopefully that I have put them in this post I will get millions of hits too, because right now it’s still all about Matt Lattanzi around here.

So I thought I would share some linky love, Mick posted about friends, inspired by a rather heated discussion we had about friendships and our differing views on them. Oh yeah, and more than a little miscommunication, probably on my side because I am a feisty bitch when I want to be and I get really defensive when I am tired.

One of the hardest parts about being in a long distance relationship is that we have to rely on email, phone, texts and yes, even our blog posts to communicate. Sometimes it’s easy to misinterpret what the other person means and sometimes I can be overly sensitive.

Missing him is hard. Missing my friends is hard. Missing people is hard. Wanting to see my friends and not having the time is hard.

Dudes, it’s hard to be a grown up.

Head on over to his place to read his post and my comments, which is another post in itself.

Poss

Over the weekend I went to one of my besties 30th birthday parties. Le sigh. It’s when your friends who you consider babies start turning 30 that I start staring at the wrinkles around my eyes with a little more fervour.

However, I digress… I also kidnapped her last night and had a big girlie-squat catch up over dinner at the Bavarian Beer Cafe. I highly recommend the pork belly… I’m digressing again.

Poss, for that is her name, and as if I ever call anyone by like… their actual name… is an air-hostess for an international airline and is uber-glamourous but also as you can imagine uber-not-here-so-often.

It was so nice to see her one on one and just catch up, she’s known me for 11 or 12 years now. She knows all my faults, she calls me Bloss or Buttons, I call her Bottomchop. I can talk to her about anything and know that she will never judge or hurt me with the information I give her.

I miss being able to say to someone “it’s not easy being green you know” and that person actually understanding what I mean, I miss having girls nights out with her where we would finally drag our sorry butts home at 4am.

Most of all, I just miss Poss.