Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always so amazingly clever, how they make all of these arrangements behind my back, never explain anything, and then I am supposed to somehow pull a rabbit out of a hat to defend them. I do not know that I care that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Central Florida, I was assigned to write a story about lemon lawes, and my source was basically the manager of the local Ford dealership. He semmed to be very knowledgable on this topic, so that he definiately was not you, and one supposes that it is always good for readers to know that there are legal remedies in the event of getting stuck with a lemon car, one that is apparently defective and always breaking down and costing a fortune to maintain. He almost might have been persuaded to buy a Ford myserlf, but then again, you know what they say about Ford: FIX OR REPAIR DAILY. So I don't know. Maybe it is only the people who got stuck with a defective Ford who say that. I would have to think about that. And anyway, whatever was said about lemon laws at that time is probably out of date by now.  A completely different set of information and statistics would be required, but we do not have time for that now given that there is no job to require that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how some people had already listed me on their roster of villains even before I ever knew they existed, or maybe I was only vaguely aware of their existence later. How many times do I have to explain that I never took a puff or even touched the cigarette that was being passed around the girls' locker room. So why should I care about the cigarette butt that you left in your toilet? I have not the slightest clue what to say about that. Something is wrong with this picture. I am not going to knee-jerk perform some dramatic skit about that for your entertainment. Figure something out without bothering me about your life decisions.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was all that twaddle about the title of Dorothy, and how just being a redhead is not enough to qualify to bear the moniker and/or title of Dorothy? That the redhead ruse of the movie was only a twist added by Hollywood to some other previous traditions about Dorothy? Thus, the redheads of the world should not be imagining themselves the heroine of the story. And also, Dorothy with her degree from SCC is boasting that she may have more influence than some Dorothy Barth, my Dad's cousin, long since deceased, who married an Italian man, and became the mother of the Italian branch of the family. That is a lot of stuff to ponder when I have other things on my mind. 

Which Reminds M

Yes, judging from the wicked online mail I was receiving from Tony's hateful harem bimbo mother, one can only assume that Tony is a low-levl Arab dog. Judging from what Tony's mother said, I can easily picture her standing there draping in some black tarp. Enough of this nonsense about Tony. Goodbye! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, something about food complaints, is that the only thing that you can find in Dorothy's dumpster? I have other things on my mind than communicating with Dorothy. Their approval never mattered that much to me, given that anyway they are not what she used to be. Goodbye! I am who I am, and they are collateral damage at most. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that it was maybe my third year of college in California, and there was a flood on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm, the washing machine overflowed somehow and there was water flowing down mostly to our half of the floor and there was maybe close to an inch of water in my room although I was not there at the time. I returned to my room to find Sue McGartland having already clean up most of the water, but she works for the maintenance department so that was her job anyway. So that was sort of inconvenient, because anyway she is an angry person anyway. I do not want to make her made at me, but she does get paid to work. 

Sue McGartland is a psychology major and her other job is at Fairview, the mental hospital nearby.  She was telling us some stories about the inmates over there.