drunk_voicemail raze i wish i'd kept the one of her singing my own warped waltz back to me. moments like that should come with a bit of unexplained precognition that tells you, "someday soon, this person you think of as a friend is going to hurt you badly enough that you'll never want to hear her speak again. and yet you'll still mourn the loss of these twenty seconds of silliness. so stash them somewhere safer than your memory, and guard them well." 240703 what's it to you? who go blather from