There are 36 things about you that I really wish I didn't know. I never wanted to learn them, and yet there they are, stuck in my head. Please take them out.
*poof* You now no longer know about the ankle thing, or the Minnesota thing, or the thing with the credit cards, or the thing with the scarf, or the green thing, or the blue thing, or the other blue thing, or the thing about Kissinger, or the thing we don't talk about, or the IBM thing, or the sticks and stones thing, or the clock thing, or the thing about the clock, or the thing with the clock, or the dice thing, or the flickr thing, or the thing about the other thing.
I'm sorry I injudiciously shared that I sleep with one foot sticking out of the blankets. Also that I get a lot of gas when I eat raw potatoes (my husband does not wish to know about this, either). I'm deleting those facts from my LJ right away. The amnesia should set in within twenty-four hours.
Uses Sylar finger to carve Michael's head open, remove the memory of me voting "Kosh's ship" as the sexiest B5 character in that poll on the alt group so long ago...
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Electro shock therapy seems the only viable method at this point.
I can get you half there.
But now I feel like you hardly know me.
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But you're going to regret it the next time you run into the sisters and can't quite place how you know them.
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anymore.