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Cuts are no fun.
Things around here have become a bit cluttered, so I've just undergone one of those panicky, frantic friend cuts because I feel like a horrible flister who can't keep up with everybody (or anybody) most days -- kind of a last ditch attempt to make reading my flist and being an active, worthy participant more manageable. So basically this is all about me feeling equal parts guilty and overwhelmed.
I always find cuts regrettable. I absolutely hate doing them and I wish I had the time and energy to keep up with all of you lovely people, but the sad truth is I really don't. Especially now that I'm taking classes again.
That said, I will be leaving commenting on, but screened, for those of you who feel I've made a mistake for any reason. If I cut you, and it is a grievous error on my part (newly friended, we're soulmates, etc.), just give me a shout and I'll add you back.
NOTE: Also, if you're just darn sick of me, take this as an open invitation to get rid of me, no hard feelings.
I always find cuts regrettable. I absolutely hate doing them and I wish I had the time and energy to keep up with all of you lovely people, but the sad truth is I really don't. Especially now that I'm taking classes again.
That said, I will be leaving commenting on, but screened, for those of you who feel I've made a mistake for any reason. If I cut you, and it is a grievous error on my part (newly friended, we're soulmates, etc.), just give me a shout and I'll add you back.
NOTE: Also, if you're just darn sick of me, take this as an open invitation to get rid of me, no hard feelings.