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I have a terrible memory. I can’t remember conversations that I had yesterday. I can’t remember how or when I met certain people. I can’t remember the address and apartment number of my best friends sometimes.
That is why I’m going to start cataloguing my day on this thing. In addition to all the other assorted bullshit I post on here, I’m going to write about more than zero and less than five things that happened to me every day right before I go to sleep. If I forget, I’ll do it first thing in the morning. I’m going to call it Make A Note Of This.
I will do my best to make these compelling, but if I fail, feel free to unfollow me. I am doing this for the preservation of my memories and my life, and while I COULD just get a diary, this feels about 3 degrees more scientific/less middle school girl than doing that. To get me started, I’ll write about something that happened last night, in the hopes that I don’t forget it:
1/31/12: Continued my ongoing (probably at least 6 months at this point) slap fight with Kathryn at the bar, and got in a few sneak attacks early. I failed to notice that she was holding a tube of lipstick. She retaliated with her lipstick-holding hand, and the entire tube broke on the left side of my face, leaving me looking like a sad/half made-up clown. A waitress showed me to the hand sanitizer, which i proceeded to rub all over my face until it was stinging with alcohol and almost red free. Colton took a picture.