Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always a bit awkward, being mistaken for that vile wicked witch Kathy from high school. Who can know what filthy garbage flows through Kathy's psychotic evil brain, when she sits over there spitting poison in my direction? I just have no idea what you are looking for or why I should care? I just don't care. And who appointed you my jailer? Why do you have to know anything about me? There is nothing all that interesting to say about my miserable high school experience. But I am home in the U,S, and not interested in renewing contact. I already tried that and it just doesn't work. If the Apostle Paul could get away with saying that Cretans are liars, then perhaps my dismissive attitude of these Italians can also be understood.