Internet Friends
The sad fact of the matter is that the people who understand me the very best all live in different countries. The closest I get to being in the same room with them is an MSN conversation with the webcam on at both ends.
When Elisabeth said, 'there's a summer party on the 7th July,' I replied with 'oooh!' and started thinking along the lines of 'YAYpartywhatwilliwear?!?' and wondered to myself whether all the people I had met when I went to the very same house for a little party at Easter would be there again. I thought, 'oh yes, that beautiful house by the lake - I'll be able to see how it looks when it's not pitch-black,', and planned what I would say to everyone when I see them again. And then I remembered, actually, ducky, you're in a different country. It briefly flashed through my mind to fly to Norway and stay with Elisabeth for a few days, and to go with her to the party before having yet another tearful parting, but then I got realistic and thought work, money, time.
It's worse when one of us is feeling down. It is somehow a lot harder to cheer people up when there are hundreds and hundreds of miles between the two of you. There's only so much you can do with pixellated words and MSN smilies. A hug would work so much better.
That's the downside. On the other hand, I have never smiled so much at a computer screen before. My cheek muscles and lips are the only part of me getting a rigorous and regular work out. So Elisabeth/Joe/Jules, I have you lot to thank for my defined cheek bones, for my healthy looking lips, for my muscular jaw...
Elisabeth, you MAY kill the groom (we won't tell anyone) and take his place. Jules, I am determined we SHALL have our mammoth sleepover. I shall come all the way to India just for that. And then go right back again the next morning. Mwuhaha.
When Elisabeth said, 'there's a summer party on the 7th July,' I replied with 'oooh!' and started thinking along the lines of 'YAYpartywhatwilliwear?!?' and wondered to myself whether all the people I had met when I went to the very same house for a little party at Easter would be there again. I thought, 'oh yes, that beautiful house by the lake - I'll be able to see how it looks when it's not pitch-black,', and planned what I would say to everyone when I see them again. And then I remembered, actually, ducky, you're in a different country. It briefly flashed through my mind to fly to Norway and stay with Elisabeth for a few days, and to go with her to the party before having yet another tearful parting, but then I got realistic and thought work, money, time.
It's worse when one of us is feeling down. It is somehow a lot harder to cheer people up when there are hundreds and hundreds of miles between the two of you. There's only so much you can do with pixellated words and MSN smilies. A hug would work so much better.
That's the downside. On the other hand, I have never smiled so much at a computer screen before. My cheek muscles and lips are the only part of me getting a rigorous and regular work out. So Elisabeth/Joe/Jules, I have you lot to thank for my defined cheek bones, for my healthy looking lips, for my muscular jaw...
Elisabeth, you MAY kill the groom (we won't tell anyone) and take his place. Jules, I am determined we SHALL have our mammoth sleepover. I shall come all the way to India just for that. And then go right back again the next morning. Mwuhaha.
kiwiqueen - 27. Jun, 23:35