What a shame that, as my memory fades, every stupid thing I ever said not only remains verbatim, but with visuals of who was present when the words were said. At least I am not like a dear friend who remembers her life events by what she was wearing at the time…
I find consolation in that, having been an atrocious dresser.
Just a Little Jowlier 
There is, I guess, good and bad in the new ubiquity of camera phone hyper-documentation of every single moment of our lives. Once those pix are posted on-line, they can never be forgotten.
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