ye olde crapfest

no, not the aerosmith song, though i'm sure you'll now have that lovely piece of turd stuck in your head...

what's truly amazing is that, even after a very long time, certain things, certain people, certain thoughts can have this effect on me, magically transporting me back to other times, other circumstances, and i can instantaneously recall all sorts of emotional hogwash. not just recall, but feel all over again as if it's all happening right this very second and i'm stuck in the middle of it.

but i'm not, that's all i gotta remember.

i'm not stuck.

i'm good. vomity memories are just that--memories.

as real as it feels, it's all in the past. like, bygones and shit.

alright, i got that all out. i feel better already.

and now, i am going to head over to boomer's blog to offer her a little comment-based moral support. for those of you who don't know her (or me, for that matter) very well, i assure you, we are "stand-up ladies." there ain't no fucking with us, unless you're prepared to be hexed or cursed or made to look really dumb. so, remember that.