Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, when I was 8 years old, we were living in Guadalajara, Mexico for one year, while my parents were attending language school, and during that time I met a few people who as it turns out never had any future role in my future life, because anyway we all went in a variety of direcdtions and our paths never again crossed, and there was no reason for me to apologize for that. Goodbye! 

Sort of weird that some strange guy who married horrible her, for which he has only himself to blame, not my problem, would be trying to attach me to his private life, as a sort of three-wheeled vehicle or similar Mormon-like schemata. I actually have no connection whatever to his Blackiestan house. I wash my hands of that. I have no idea why there would be anything more to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I will not follow your cricket laws. Maybe I could be induced to play badminton, but definitely not crickets. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember someone telling me that Kelly Elliott was saying nasty things about me, as if were ever acquainted during high school. I do not even remember her, so I really do not appreciate her kicking up a storm of stupid stuff. I thought she was nothing, actually, just another snob probably. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not quite remembering, did I ever once check the box by which some agree to contribute a dollar to presidential elections? If I ever did accidentally tick the yes box, I really do not remember, because that never made sense to me. It is sort of confusing, where would that money really go? By doing that, would I be helping the wrong candidate? And what did the Communist party ever do for me anyway? The picture seems too confusing and blurry for me to understand. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would never ever recommend that anyone ever sneak into his office only to flip a calendar or pull some silly prank. How did he think of doing that? And then to tell so many people means that everyone would be well informed by now of that. And we already know well that the man is such a wicked evil unforgiving person who spits poison whenever possible, so we are all bending over backwards to avoid him at all costs and to leave him completely uninformed of our whereabouts and doings, and you are completely not helping us with that. 

But my sister always was a proficient prankster in her wayward youth so it makes sense that she would have passed that along. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always terrifying when those guys throw thunderbolts at us, as if we were their obligatory peon-slaves upon which they intend to build a monument to their own wondrefulness at our expense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the qu4stion of who is calling who a stalker. I never liked them that much to start with, but who can pick and choose who is a fellow citizen? There I was going about my business, trying to involve myself in church life, starting to meet some people and have a good time, and suddenly these people start poking me in the back, and also this guy who is barely an acquaintance, did I see him at some meeting that I had forgotten because it was not that important, and he  thinks everything is all about him, and makes it so that I have to leave just to throw him off my tracks.