Which Reminds Me

During my senior year in high school I was chosen as a soloist for the musical prepared by the girls' choir. Ok, so I was the bad guy, but it was the largest role with two solos so that seemed somewhat amazing to me that I would be doing a starring role of sorts. Someone was saying that Kathy, our choir director's daughter, had expressed her jealousy of me and my being chosen by her own mother for a starring role in the musical. How rude of me to exist and thus by my existence thus to interfere with Kathy's relationship with her mother. Anyway, haughty arrogant shrill Italian hag Kathy was never in the choir because she was too busy schmoozing with snooty rich girls to give me the time of day so why should I care? So I am thinking someone was saying  that her mother told her that her schmoozy work would be rewarded later with a rich husband upon her return to the U.S. whereas I would be thrown in the garbage by them later because I don't really fit in very well with these snooty arrogant nasties. My existence is problematic for their Italian scheme. I am too white, too square, etc. etc. So now you are asking me why do I not feel sorry for Kathy's hurt feelings at not being chosen to star in a musical and I am saying that it is hard for me to conjure much sympathy for a nasty Italian rich bitch who was always so nasty to me during high school, meaning Kathy. I could say pretty much the same thing about pathetically stupid Dummies-class Kelly Elliott. Someone really ought to zip Kelly's mouth permanently shut because she obviously has no clue what she is talking about.