anthracite amy in red He knows that I know that he knows that I know that I don't not get shit. It's just that I don't always remember and who knows what that's about. It might be a mystery in which he's not interested. That other guy will happily remind me at every juncture, and he knows that I know that that's maddening, but not altogether a bad thing. So then why should I be so bee-buzzed by others who can also be On the Remind. The answer is I'm a squad car whose lights go on when the scent is Revenge. Because I have a theory that that can start to be easily regressive. Let's get serious, too, there really are some big limits to popping up with that regression-thinking. You never know how those stories crumble person a, b, c can glom onto anything and stupidly stick with it for x amount of time just out of j, k, l necessity which hey! I think I know, they neglected to study. That's life, yes I know, and lazy is lazy, you left it boiling, ah well I guess somebody could've noticed and stopped that one, but hey mistakes are magic, and, you never know. 120216 what's it to you? who go blather from