you can talk of the future, you can talk of the past

so i am single once again and this means the usual thing is happening: i am thinking of girls i've dated in the past couple years and wonder 'why did we break up? we had such Good Times!' but what i don't remember are the reasons we broke up to begin with, which were valid reasons (i.e. not "Seinfeld" reasons. ok there are probably a couple of those). this is a prime example of selective memory, and a good example of why witness testimony in a court of law is not always terra firma.

i sit here chewing on ice cubes with my sensitive teeth, because i am a maniac like that, and wonder if Roald Dahl books are still popular with children today. RD was a masterful storyteller and i absorbed his books for many a year. i never really got into Rudyard Kipling, though. or those stupid R.L. Stine shitheaps.

just found out that the number one song on the day i was born was "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer. this is not the worst thing to ever happen. having your legs torn off by a wood chipper is worse, por ejemplo.