you've got your ball, you've got your chain

riding the bus home, i felt more then a wee bit....

[right about now, the danger bells should be going off. "oh jesus.." you should say. "here we go- she's going to talk about memories and feelings and emotional crap. right, that's me off." but i promise, it's not about feelings. ok. not too too much. really. i feel like the father of the prince in monty python's holy grail- you know, the one who keeps telling the camera NO MUSIC! whenever his son starts singing?]

anyways. ermmm....

after all that, i've entirely forgotten what exactly i was going to say. so instead, go and listen to some music you like and eat pie if it is available. you'll get nothing else out of me.