a couple weeks ago i heard nick lowe singing this line. it brought to mind all the time i spend going over memories of rotten experiences with bad boyfriends. just about everyday a memory will pop into my head and i'll have to slog my way out of it and all the crappy mess of resentment, bitterness and regret that come with it. it seems pointless to be visited by these events of 20 or 25 years ago. i'm still shocked that i was in those situations (epic, ridiculous, stupid situations). maybe that's why they still surface in my head.
these by-gones won't go.
in an effort to counter these crummy ghosts, when i am struck by a bbm (bad boyfriend memory) i counter it with a great boyfriend memory. which is wonderful.
for the record: there were only two guys. two bad boyfriends. i suppose that is not bad overall. but these dudes were ringers. jesus.
each one, however, did turn me on to something cool:
1. baseball
2. the smiths
there might be more, but i don't care to give it any more thought than that.
