Which Reminds Me

Yes, it seems normal that everybody's mother thinks that her son is so special, even if I may be of the opinion that he is only a creepy annoying twit named Tony. But Arab people are so weird about promoting themselves in the most ridiculous and irritating ways, completely tone deaf. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember meeting those two guys who later moved to Montana from California. Sometimes I think I hear them yammering, and yet I somehow think that I owe them nothing. If they were truly giving to the Lord, they would not need to ask. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget exactly when I tuned out of math, never my strongest point, not helpful to have the distraction of this Tony D. clown obsessing on me nearby. And he is only a neurotic nuisance, not really a friend. I think I could have done better at math without Tony, but there is no time later, no Tony, forg4et Tony. I think that I could have learned other languages also, but life is short, and my brain does not absorb stuff the same way as when I was younger. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of rude, when Joy was telling me that her fiancee Harold Moore thinks that I am dirty. Oh, what a rue thing to say, something about how there is no dishwasher, so sometimes dishes pile up in the sink, not too much but anyway, also the yellow vinyl tiles in the kitchen always do look sort of dingy. Ok, fine. I am so glad that I am not an employee of those trailer trash boors. And then there was the time when I had not anticipated Joy barging into the bathroom at that precisely wrong moment, I thought that I had a couple of seconds to quick go grab something and return, but there is only one bathroom that is shared by two people, not the sole property of Joy, who by the way never spends much time there anyway, she spends most of her waking hours at her fiancee's apartment nearby.