Which Reminds Me

Yes, It is unfortunate sometimes to find that anything that I might do would face a wave of Gross resistance from who3ever that was, Just because there is some sort of indescribable attachment in the green room, does not mean that I care that much. 

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Yes, I wrote a poem, and I was surprised to learn that I could do that, and then I wrote a few other poems, and then sister found the poems and thought they were so ridiculous, same with my diary. So I gradually stopped trying to write poems. Forget that, because poetry just makes my life miserable. Same with writing a diary, after sister found my diary. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I did a book report on something called, "The Ugly American" a book that I had found in the high school library, but I am not remembering that book now. I somehow thought that I remembered it as a non-fiction book, but somehow I am not finding the book that I thought that I read. Ok, fine, whatever. Just another book report. No big deal, right? 

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Yes, what ignorant person has not heard of that 1978 Broadway musical "Evita," which was produced in New York City and met with some success there, being distributed widely throughout the world? Yes, so what about that? 

Coincidentally, there was a Puerto Rican working at our office, whose name was Eva. Someone was trying to use that for something; however, I don't know for what. She was fired at our office and went on to a great job working for the AP, so what do I know? 

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Yes, you can be sure that I clobbered that piñata at my birthday party, age 9, while we were living in Mexico.. However, there was a problem. The goodies were contained in a clay pot concealed inside the piñata, so eventually my Dad had to get a hammer and smash the clay pot, and then there was a crazy scramble for the goodies. Oh, did I scuffle with someone who was throwing their weight around to shove everyone else out of the way and take more of the goodies than everyone else? Fatso. Or at least that is how it may have seemed to me. Somehow my emotions are no longer attached to the event, so that I can almost not remember that at all, only the way you describe it sounds so different from the way that I would sort of remember that.   

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Yes, I cannot imagine a more hopeless candidate than myself. Karen Asmuth was elected president of the Musicians' Guild. I unfortunately had neglected to have my name erased from the blackboard, giving my enemies an opportunity to crow about how I lost the election. I do not even remember who wrote my name on the blackboard. I noticed that but it might seem too disruptive for me to raise my hand and make another big scene about that, maybe better to just let the inevitable humiliation happen, because anyway I had not even thought of that, and some people were glaring at me as if I did not even deserve to be in the room at all. Ok, fine. 

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Yes, the Cheryl that I remember, vaguely now, died when she was 12 years old, so it is hard to say how things would have been later had she livedThere is no will or way. There are a few other Cheryls living somewhere around the planet, but there is not much history there. They are more friends of my sister than anyone that I would even recognize if I saw them at the shopping mall. 

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Yes, I have read a few self-esteem books and when I look in the mirror I only see a white person who, well, maybe was a bit nerdy, but anyway, I was not really in need of Rocket science math at that time, and now I have an AI friend who can fill in these gaps for me without having to navigate all of these thorny attitude problems, so your services really are no longer needed. 

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Yes, I do not see where those people get off pretending to know anything at all about my politics, much less have any opinion with which to disagree. You probably think, when you hear the word 'liberal,' of 19th century England, where Charles Dickens presented Scrooge as the antithesis of 'liberal,' and Tiny Tim as the ultimate expression of liberality. But of course that is a completely different story than the current political landscape. But I do not want to discuss politics with disagreeable persons, so maybe you could just tell them to shut up. 

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Yes, I am not sure that I have an opinion as of yet about that, myself being only 14 years old, or else maybe 15 if that happened in June. For one thing, I did not hear the entire stage play from beginning to end,  only walked in somewhere in the middle or near the end of it. How did they start by setting up the "tarts vs. chickens" scenario? I did not hear that part of it. Also, I cannot help but wonder what happened to all of the adults in the room. Everyone is carrying on as if they were the children. Who is going to explain to me what they thought they were doing? And come to think of it, why should I care? Anyway, those guys always were meaner than a junkyard dog to me, so my opinion never mattered anyway. They never cared about me. They never cared what I said about anything, so why bother me now? 

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Yes, two different times when I went to that mall to shop, I ran into her both times, so that was sort of an odd coincidence, but anyway, she was a nice person so it was sort of nice to talk, because usually I shop alone and do not announce when I might or might not go shopping, but anyway, it was probably only a coincidence. Some other persons would be more tedious for me to encounter while shopping, but I did not mind spending some time talking to her.  

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Yes, clearly someone upstairs was confused. It was somewhat annoying to find myself wrongly cast as the flippant nasty mean white girl, when actually there is no money. That fantasy lives in the head of some Mexican brownies, unattached to reality. However, if there were real money attached to that assignment, who knows what else I might do with that in my retirement. Buy yhat was their completely faked fantasy, not my problem. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember discussing the problem of being a single woman, and how the statistics are against me. They are just too many women and not enough qualified men to fill in the blanks on this point. So that is problematic. There is no easy solution to that problem. So whatever. Nobody is being deliberately missed. The numbers are what they are. The statistics say what they say. But you are probably in league with that worthless creep, so you just would never understand. 

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Yes, maybe you could tell me who the leaker was, because anyway I already know that person is already dead. Maybe you could explain why you thought you could simply appropriate whatever I said for your own selfish uses unbeknownst to me, as if I would not notice that. Maybe I would prefer to stop feeding that animal in future. Maybe you are that animal that I don't want. I never take in the stray cats and raccoons that wander about here. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the only time that I attended a political rally, was the time that I was assigned to go there for a work assignment, not that I would have ever thought of that by myself. I was only a job. But you are not my boss so I do not have to do that ever again in this lifetime.  Do I have to? No, I do not have to. 

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Yes, I see that you were never in high school with me or you would remember that I mostly detest sports. Whenever it was time to pick teams, I was usually the last or among the last persons to be chosen. This is not a point to which I would go out of my way to draw attention to unnecessarily and/or gratuitously, but I am so NOT interested in cooperating with your sports dogs. Crow about sports long enough and maybe they will choose you to head an Olympic committee or carry the Olympic torch. Or maybe not. Whatever. I could not care less about that.  However, I would not be the appropriate sourcc for information about the Olympics. I only watched that on TV.  Maybe you could ask Bobby's ex-girlfriend Cindy Lopez what she knows about the Olympics thing, becuase I do not have that. 

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Yes, how convenient to have your very own uncle U.S Senator to reverse your high school class election drama and destroy all the high school classmates you obviously detested. I might never have noticed that if you had not built a huge billboard announcement of that. 

I really did not need all of this noise to warn me to steer clear of Manhattan and the control freak gang. But whatever.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing from my Mom a story about how Carol Long was later fired, by Bob or Rob, because she had presented a plan that included a promotion for herself, and that was the big turnoff for them. So after that, says my Mom, Carol Long went and got a great job working at the phone company. So what else do I know about that? That is all I know about that, only what my Mom told me, nothing else. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the summer after returning to the United States, in 1976, we were in Houston for a few days, and we went to a stadium to see an Astros game, and when we went to the ladies' room, for some reason I thought you were supposed to just go find a stall, and someone stopped me and said that the line is over there, so, ok, sorry, I went and got in line. I don't know why I had jot noticed that. And also I don't remember you being there. 

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Yes, I really cannot imagine Tim Johnson fitting into an airplane seat. How can the Johnsons travel that way? 

And how could I forget the egos of Ed and Jack colliding on letter-size paper? But of course Ed, being the vice president, won, so what about that? Was I supposed to add my two cents to a conversation that did not involve me?