Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder why I would need to compare notes with Pam Hart from South Dakota. She seems to be living in an alternate reality. And I do not have time for that. Life is short and Dakota people are so weird. 

Pam Hart was trying to pick an argument, but I did not choose to join the battle, because anyway Pam's roommate is that horrible witch, so how would I know what their private conservations were? I would just be launching blindly into some blurry conflict that might not be exactly what it seemed based only on what one of them said.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember telling Bekcy that it would have been fun to play Risk with Kent Stone and those guys, but anyway that never happened. I never really learned how to play that game, although the game seemed intriguing when we paused for a moment near their game table in the student union at Evangel College so that Becky (MK-Malaysia) could greet Kenton (MK-Uruguay). 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember Tom as one of those guys who think that every word in the English language starts with the letter "F." They all look the same to me. No reason to waste my breath on worthless Tom when obviously he has no vocabulary whatsoever. I wash my hands of them all. You are only another Tom idiot, nothing to waste further time upon. Shocking to learn that Cori belongs to that garbage bucket also. I prefer to pick my own battles, separately from the Whitaker yappy dogs.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am fairly sure that I was not the only girl in the room that day. Just because she might not be an American citizen, that did not mean that she might not have some opinions of her own on these points.  

But beyond that, I really do not feel like sharing notes with anyone. I just want to be gone from there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we sort of heard her sad story played out in the media. She thought she was having a romantic relationship with her Spanish boyfriend, and all of thetime, whether before or after was not so clear, he was having an affair with the maid at his house. But you had to be present at a certain meeting to hear that and thus to figure out at least something partial about that. What, are we the confessional priests that we would have to keep that a secret? And it was a public meeting so we can talk about that if we want to, although we would really rather not talk about that unless required by force. I can only wish later that I were not present to hear that. Oh, was there some need for us to pull the "Honorable" Stephanie out of her private garbage dumpster? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot have much of a life living in the shadows of the Evil Woman. She does a much better job of performing that role of Evil Woman, I cannot hold a candle to that casting choice. My paltry efforts at age 4 cannot truly compare to the really evil thing that she does. I really must step aside and not even try to imitate such a terrifying phenomenon of animal nature. To aspire to become a cheap imitation of a cheap imitation is not really an inspirational thing to do, not really that good. There is just no comparison possible. 

And yet I cannot claim to be quite the so-called Pentecostal lamb, slain in complete innocence. I am not worthy or deserving to even try to pretend that I never did anything wrong. So there is the conundrum of being caught in between the now and the not yet, as they saying says.      

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that the Wacky Weird Pirrmaniacs of New York district will be waiting a very long time for nothing to happen, because anyway I have no intention of going there. I do not understand what their problem is and I really do not appreciate them bothering me about nothing much. Yawn!