tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17761983.post3612443225916510153..comments2024-02-05T07:52:01.795-05:00Comments on Big Girl Underoos: Memories, all alone in the...hmmm, what was I doing?Sassy Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09539289125094990240noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17761983.post-30629997102232684612008-05-21T11:37:00.000-05:002008-05-21T11:37:00.000-05:00I think it's probably at least somewhat nourishing...I think it's probably at least somewhat nourishing to remember pain -- pain is a force, it's active, it's stimulating. I'd worry about remembering every moment of ennui, every numb second of every trivial thing I've ever done.<BR/><BR/>I wonder if Jill Price can prioritize her memories, or selectively sift through them. Is the memory of the booger she flicked out the car window five years ago is as vivid as the memory of the moment she lost her virginity? Or are they equally forceful in her consciousness?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com