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When Internet Friends Trump Real Friends

Hey guys! It’s Kacy from Low… and Behold! 

Kelly is off spending an entire week in bed with her boyfriend, I mean… getting a tan… in Jamaica so you’ll have to settle for me today.

We all hate her a little bit for that vacation, don’t we? We’re here, suffering through the holiday season (if you read my blog, you know I’m negative this time of year, if not – now you do) while she’s sipping umbrella drinks and exploiting Jamaican natives while they fan her with palm leaves.

She’s lucky I like her, or I’d be pissed. But I do like her. So it’s all good.

Kelly is a part of a group of Internet friends I’ve acquired that I wouldn’t trade for the world. We’ve met in real life and all, but the majority of our relationship thrives via email, and it’s kind of awesome.

This particular group of Internet friends is awesome, because we’re all basically the same bitch – with a few minor differences.

I wouldn’t trade this group for the world. As much as I love my real-life friends (aka, friends I met places other than through my blog), there is a particular set of skills that these girls have that I just couldn’t live without.

Internet friends can say meaner things to you, because they don’t have to see you cry after. I won’t say these girls are mean to me, but sometimes I get that dose of tough love I need to pull myself out of my own ass. Real life friends hesitate to do this, because then they have to see my ugly crying face. It’s not pretty.

Internet friends make you get your fat ass to the gym. This is partly because I ask them to make me go, but partly because they stand to lose nothing from me actually going to the gym. Real life friends want to go drink and do other non-healthy things because I’m there in person to actually hang out with. Real life friends are a bad influence in that way. Internet friends send you emails in all caps telling you to get to the gym or they’ll make you get down on your knees and beg… Or something like that, I’m actually not sure I remember how that exchange went down now. That sounds wrong…

Internet friends tell you dirty sex stories. Now, most of my real-life friends do this too, but when you have an email thread of five girls trading penis tales, shit gets really interesting. And no one holds back because you don’t have to look them in the eye after.

Internet friends listen to all your work woes, because they have nothing better to do. Let’s face it, 99% of the time you’re emailing back and forth in an email thread – it’s because you have nothing better to do. These girls listen to me bitch about work all day, and save me from having a psychotic break at least once a week. Even if it’s because they’re bored off their asses, it means a lot to me.

So yeah, even though I’m pretty bitter about Kelly’s vacation, she’s a pretty important part of my day-to-day life. Without my Internet friends I’d be narcissistic, fat, sexless and crying under my desk at work. And no one wants that.

And yes, the moral of this story is that I’m pathetic. Thanks for reading.

Just Checking In

Not really much to say here today, but go check out my guest post over at What Kelly Said, for my thoughts on how blogging is like high school.

Yesterday was pretty lazy, although I did finally make those Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies that I’d been meaning to make all weekend.  They’re my favorite, and I may have a zip lock bag of them sitting next to me on my desk.  I do.  I mostly just watched a lot of football, and am keeping my fingers crossed that my fantasy team pulls off the win tonight.  Ya know, since the Eagles sucked ass yesterday.  I’m currently winning by four points, and we each have one player left to go tonight.  It’s going to be a close one!

After the football games we cared about ended yesterday, the roommates and I settled in to watch the latest arrival from Netflix, Never Say Never.  Yes, that’s the Justin Bieber movie, haha.  What a cute little kid, and so talented.  Anyway, it wasn’t horrible.  It showed how he got discovered by Usher and that kinda crap, and followed him around leading up to his MSG concert.  He’s a cutie, and the songs are catchy.  Whatevs.

So yeah, that’s really all I’ve got for you today.  I’m anxiously awaiting the first day of October on Saturday, and the 10 degree temperature drop that is supposedly coming with it.  I have new cool weather clothes I want to wear!  Alright, catch ya later.

Finally Friday

One of the great things about blogging is I can write a post like I did yesterday, put it out there on the internet, and receive feedback, support, and realize just how many people are feeling the same way.  If I just write in a journal or keep the thoughts in my head, none of that is possible.  So thank you to everyone who left a comment, sent me a message on Twitter, and really reached out.  I appreciate it so much, I’m glad so many of you appreciated the post, and I think it’s good to see that most of us feel like that at one point or another.

To be clear, I know my insecurities make me imagine most of the things I’m afraid of.  I have wonderful friends who would do anything for me, including rush to my side when I’m dumped on my ass at Applebees, or letting me stay with them for days in college when the boy I was living with broke up with me and I refused to go home.  I hope they all know how much I appreciate them :).

Moving on to less serious topics of conversation.  Wednesday’s workout consisted of about an hour of lifting weights, yup you read that correctly.  I’m still waddling around like a penguin.  Someone remind me not to do squats and lunges next Wednesday, or I won’t be running the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler, I’ll be hobbling.

Yesterday it took me 2 hours and 20 minutes to get to work.  As much as I love how pretty the George Washington Parkway is, I did not want to spend that much time on it on a Thursday morning.  After a commute like that I wanted nothing more than to just go home after work, so that’s what I did.  Running would have been a disaster anyway (see above mentioned waddling) so I settled on pizza and vodka instead.

Tomorrow I have my last long run scheduled before the race next weekend, and then a blogger meet and greet later Saturday night.  I’m pretty excited to get a chance to meet so many more of you at one time, and good luck to everyone running either the half or the full tomorrow!  At least it won’t be snowing like it’s supposed to on Sunday!  Oh hey, and happy Friday.