proving to the world that i really am an idiot

There are few people in my life with whom I've lost contact that I have regretted. There has usually been a reason to lose contact: changing jobs, changing cities, or the mistake of sleeping together. Also, I'm not the best example of what it means to be a friend as I generally just disappear. If you know where I am, that generally means that I believe my life is better as a result of our friendship.

Except in the case of 2 of my friends, one of whom I found yesterday. Yay! We'll call her Vivianne (she used to complain about her name and I don't know if she's cool with all 4 of you knowing it! hehe). I met Viv in a sleepy little town in the sierra foothills. I actually remember the day we met: her energy brightens a room and you just want to find a reason to talk to her. Which I did. We talked and eventually became friends. We briefly lived together during the rainiest winter/spring with hardly any wood for the stove. We eventually went our own ways to finish college.

My last contact with her was, hmm, 3 maybe 4 years ago. I've googled her and found her trail, but never her. I've complained to Zoli, that it was just. so. unfair.

Then I found her email in my address book.

duh.