Love me, love my friends

Chances are good that, somewhere along the road, you've befriended someone you've never met. Maybe through an online game, a chat room or something similar.

I recently made my very first Internet Friend... after he posted a comment on a friend's blog, and we bonded over fruity soaps. Ro is a Scottish fellow of varied and eclectic background. I don't claim to know him overly well, but I find him intelligent, acid, kind and oft-times somewhat wicked. His rather impulsive nature tends to land him in hot water occasionally, but he is a most congenial fellow. (Despite his request for my address. I suspect he wants to skulk about Toronto and spy on all the Canadian ladies he charms.)

One of Ro's endearing qualities is an uncanny ability to make you re-evaluate yourself, and the things you say and take for granted. While I wallow somewhat unnecessarily in money miseries, a few short lines from him snap me back to reality.

Today I received an email from him -- one of his best friends was hit by a car this weekend. She is unlikely to last the week.

Some people say you should live every day like it's your last. I'd like to add this: treat those you love as if every day is their last. Life is just too fucking short to spend it in ambiguity.

Huff is playing in the background... with Damien Rice's "Delicate" accompanying it. Had to turn it off. Feeling a tad too melancholy for it.

...Good night, Ro.