Ben deleted his blog almost a year ago in a fit of paranoia, and he said something at the time about keeping up with everyone else's despite not maintaining his own, but a lot has changed and I feel safe in admitting that I really freaking miss him. And it's in my own fit of paranoia I can admit that I'm scared he's forgotten me.
Now that I'm already here, y'know what? I miss all you crazy mofos.
Sam? I miss you. I've been a right Oedipus this last year, and I feel like an even bigger one every time I see something - anything, like a crunchy leaf or a really good sandwich - that reminds me of you, and your bad double entendres, and then I get really sad and pathetic because you're a jillion miles away which sucks hairy ass
Jen-Vdude? I miss you as well. You've become associated with a really, really good period of my life, and I'm sad as hell that you didn't come to Norwich but you seem to be having a wonderful time where you are, and that's as much as I could hope for.
Rory? I dunno if you're still bothering to trawl through these self-centred oh-so-dramatic blatherings of mine, but incredibly, I kind of miss you too. And Charlotte. Tell her to answer her damn phone, will you.
And yeah, I miss Sophie. And Miriam. I feel like Miriam, especially, has found her place at uni - much more comfortably than she ever would've done had she stayed here. So, great, really. People move away and grow up, and she's done just that. Cool. Good.
