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.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, back in the 1990s, that I was working at a newspaper in Boca Raton, and my editor Steve Ricci has some insider link to the Armenian people who owned the Pink Plaza there downtown. I only got that indirectly, wasn't sure of all his specific contacts who filled his ear with various things. And they also had a deal with the publisher. Of course, later the company was sold, the publisher died, Steve was fired, and also I left and no longer work there, so whatever their insider deal was, I have no idea. You would have to ask them, as if that were possible.