  currently listening to:  reo speedwagon -  keep on loving you " and i meant every word i said,  when i said that i loved you,  i meant that i love you forever.
 you may or may not have noticed that i've changed the font of my blog.  i hope you have noticed the difference. nbsp;  but if you're anything like me,  you might not have.  i'm one of the least observant people ever.
 i could meet you on the street,  and stand and chat to you for an hour,  and if someone asked me later what you were wearing i probably wouldn't be able to tell them. nbsp;  ( unless,
 of course,  you were wearing something unusual -  like an itsy- bitsy teeny- weeny yellow polka- dot&
nbsp; bikini in the middle of winter;  or a shocking- pink wedding dress with muddy green wellington boots and a pirate's hat;  or a clown outfit complete with scary wig,  comedy nose,
 and extra big shoes;  or your birthday suit ( ooh la la,  baby.  or a Spiderman costume -  i'd be just plain dumb if i didn't notice any of those .
nbsp;  but if you were just dressed " normally"  ( whatever the hell that means) nbsp;
i probably wouldn't really notice what you were wearing -  not enough to give details about it later on,  anyway.  and i'd be utterly crap if i was ever the victim or witness of a crime and had to give a description of the offender. nbsp;  'cause unless he looked exactly like johnny depp,
 or elvis,  or jim carrey,  or whoever,  i'd be stumped to remember what he looked like from such a ( hopefully)  brief encounter.
nbsp;  but i'd be ok at identifying that bastard from photos or a line- up. nbsp;  i'd remember him then,  goddammit.
nbsp;  i'd just find it difficult to describe him from memory alone.  and if someone asks me what someone else looks like ( someone that they've never seen,  obviously,  else why the hell would they be asking me?
 i usually say something weak,  such as " well,  he's tall. nbsp;  and he's got dark hair.
nbsp;  and arms,  yeah,  he has arms. nbsp;  and legs,
 too. nbsp;  two of 'em,  in fact. nbsp;  two legs.
nbsp;  and.  by which point the person who i'm trying to describe the second person to& nbsp; is usually saying something like " oh,
 for christ's sake. nbsp;  nevermind. nbsp;  it was a simple bloody question.  why do you have to be so damn awkward,
 Angela?  anyway. nbsp;  i seem to have lost my point. nbsp;  it's entirely possible that i didn't even have one to begin with.
nbsp;  ( surprise,  surprise.  just leave a comment anyway,  ok?
nbsp;  i haven't had one for a few days,  and i'm feeling lonely here ;
