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on Nov 14th, 2008Friday 55 Number 11

The problem with memory he 
said was that you don’t
get to pick what you
remember. Sure you remember how
much it hurt and how
stupid you felt for doing
it again. But you remember
other things. You remember the
smiles and the laughs. You
remember you loved her and
you hate yourself for it.

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4 Responses to “Friday 55 Number 11”

  1. # Strumpeton 15 Nov 2008 at 12:58 am

    Oh, It….

    Oh, It……

    Oh, It…………..

    Don’t hate yourself.

    We all do it.

    You are only human.

    The very fact that we do this stupid-ass shit, or that we have the ability to do this stupid-ass shit….is what makes us a superior species after all.

    Granted, I look at my cat….and frankly, I’m not sure that we’re all that superior.

    I think my cat was WAY smarter than I was with regards to getting herself out of a bad situation.

    I look at her for inspiration all the time.

    Who knew?

    Just remember, Sir It, that you have friends who love and care about you heaps and heaps and bunches and bunches and loads and loads.

    Hee.

    I said ‘loads and loads.’

    :)

  2. # jaredrbyeron 15 Nov 2008 at 7:13 pm

    Technically for the record I am saying this story is fiction.
    Technically and for the record that is.

    But thank you, thank you, thank you.

  3. # Strumpeton 16 Nov 2008 at 6:36 pm

    Technically, for the record, that was a ‘just in case it’s not fiction’ moment in commenting.

    And technically, maybe it was more me so much identifying with what you had written about, that it seemed so real.

    But, also, technically, I still love and care about you loads and loads.

    Both technically and non-technically.

    =P

  4. # jaredrbyeron 16 Nov 2008 at 10:05 pm

    Oh ok. In that case its all good.

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