sheryl_crow raze i lost her for a minute there. i was cleaning out the lint trap after hanging up more shirts than i thought i'd washed, and i couldn't find her name. that never happens to me. i rummaged around inside my head for all the martyrs and saints i've known. shannon tweed. that was the best i could do. shannon fucking tweed. and i knew it was wrong. the woman who made a semi-honest man out of gene simmons never sang "every day is a winding road". i was looking for something that started with white_noise. that was all i was able to grab onto. it was the scariest thing that happened to me all day. because in the time it took to get her back, it felt a little like my whole mental rolodex had been misplaced. 231031 what's it to you? who go blather from