Love this idea. Also the comparison of your memory to a redacted, blacked-out CIA document — never thought of it that way but it’s crazy accurate for me, as well. So, thanks for giving me words to describe what it’s like to remember only bizarre little odds and ends of my life.

also,Hehe-slow dancing to Peaches and Herb

You little pimp.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.