It seems life does come full circle – even when it’s a virtual life.

I’m blaming Master K for this of course, he talked me into joining the twitter thing which in turn had me noticing a few other people on there, this in turn had me checking their blogs – which then had me link travelling.

All of which has led me back to Technorati Profile.

When my whittery stuff was hosted on blogger I had a technorati profile, I was on the ecosystem, blogexplosion and blogclicker.. Everything under the sun that could give me a little warm glowing feeling when people clicked through – I then got sick of the whole thing and stuck to just my statcounter because that gave me useful information – like browsers and screen resolutions.

Now I’m back to needing a little glow again.

Kay called last night to cancel going out, I had no problem with that, after all I’ve cancelled on her enough times. But last night I really wanted out of the flat for a bit, so I turned to my phone.

It’s really depressing when you realise you have no one to call.

I used to have a contact list so large it was a joke, now I only know 2 people I can call to go and do things with, and one of those has vanished off the face of the planet. It’s amazing how your life changes isn’t it? Is it just because of this damned illness or does this happen to everyone the older you get?

You move somewhere or for whatever reason are not as accessable as you once were and the people around you slowly drift away one after the other – I have friends I can call to talk to, I have the internet which is even better because on there I have dozens of people I can talk to – but sometimes you want a little face to face interaction, and most of the people I enjoy that with the most live too far away.

Which is why last night I re-entered the faceparty zone. Yes, I know.. desperate times and all that.
But I had a lot of success meeting people on there back in the day, I even met the love of my life on there – which was nice

I had a ganders on lookitsme first (which co-incidentally has THE best 404 on the web) but everyone on there seems to be from ‘darn sarf’ which sucks, if I lived down south I’d have my best mate and a dozen or so karaoke peeps to meet up with which would negate the need for such drastic measures!

*sigh* ah well, gives me something to blog about I guess *grin*