my memory


Earlier today, I forgot the name (first and last) of my last lover.

Just now, I forgot what Photobucket was called for like 5 minutes.

In the former, I was on the phone with friends who did remember his name. For the latter, I actually went back to my 2003 emails to try to recollect the name. I was pondering calling a friend of mine to ask her until I remembered what the name was.

Still.

I am old aren't I?

Although to be fair, I forgot the name of some dude I dated in my 30's too. The thing is from like 26 to 38, I was constantly dating "Mikes". I think that at some point, they all meshed together into one nebulous Mike. Well, there were a few that stand out (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

Anyway, I had nothing to write about today except how much I hate Valentine's Day, but I wrote about that last year (and probably the year before) so instead I thought I would give you a glimpse into a prematurely senile formerly loose woman's cheesecloth mind.

But I still hate Valentine's Day.

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