Yes, I vaguely remember back in the day, when we were living in El Salvador, Ann Campbell, who is a Canadian, came to our house with her two friends visiting from New York. She wanted us to meet them. From our house we walked to the McDonald's behind our house, and had lunch there with those two people from New York, a teenage girl and her little brother, but beyond meeting them there was nothing to say, their vocabulary being limited to words, it becomes impossible for me to remember what were their names, only that they had a serious communication problem. There is nothing more that I could possibly say about that. Another complicated thing that Ann throws at people who have no idea what she is talking about anyway. If I never hear from those New York people, so much the better. I could not care less.
Friday, April 10, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I probably should be thinking about other recipes for using the crockpot more often, but then it takes so long to cook that way, and then cleaning up is such a horrible mess unless I have those some of those plastic liner crockpot bags on hand to contain the food.
Which Reminds Me
Tes, that was so rude. What was the name of our intern that summer? My phone was ringing. She reachs over and picks up my phone, says F into the phone, and then hands me the phone, and then I am supposed to recover from that. Unbearable. But if you are only listening to phone taps you might not have noticed that. Only some people in the office might still remember her, but I forget what her name was. Only that she was blonde.
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember learning that you pay those boring Swedish people big money to work for you, so I am not sure that I need to stick my foot in that or take the bait that you offer. As if I did not know you would me in the back in a heartbeat depending on which way the wind is blowing.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, that was sort of awkward, trying to cooperate with that lowlife scum Mexican family. Weird, but awkward. I was trying to not be mean, it was Becky who said that about her, that is to say, her brother's girlfriend, not about me, she was not talking about me, although she might as well say that about herself also, but it may be necessary to finally kick Becky Gonzalez to the curb, even if she did eventually marry a white man, along with her brother's boyfriend, because, anyway, I cannot be expected to later keep track of those garbage people. You really do not have a valid excuse for doing that. I thought that I had disconnected permanently from the garbage Gonzalez family, and yet later I am still getting all of this mail from people I can barely remember having made the superficial acquaintance of.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember during college, there was a time when you were talking to Lynda, while I was sitting in the back seat of your car inspecting some of the "Rolling Stone" magazines tucked underneath the passenger seat. I do not understand how you can read that weird stuff, completely off the wall, unless maybe you were sicker than I had thought. At least, reading too much of that could definitely make you very sick if you take that too seriously, better to read the Bible and other more wholesome things than that. But I did not verbally express my opinion at the time. But many women's magazine are equally despicable, so that is not a gender theing.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I cannot say that I did not have a few moments when I was getting myself a bit sick in the head, and needing to clean up my act, but anyway, I am probably not quite a sick as the wretched miserable Whetstone witch who was briefly married to that Honduran gay man-warlock Ronald, who apparently had no use for women, so what would they know? You really should not be getting all your information from those dead people.