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Yes, I do vaguely recall that for about a year in California I had a roommate named Laura Entz, of German Mennonite background, who had also lived in Korea as a missionary kid. I lost track of her long ago. She moved away and who knows what happened to her. It was amazing how many boyfriends she had coming and going at the time. There was a guy from Bolivia, a black guy who worked at a library, a cranky white guy who worked in the aeronautics industry nearby, etc. etc. I cannot be expected to keep track of all of Laura's boyfriends. They all belonged to her. Interesting how blondes can get away with flirting that way whereas if I acted like that I would just be stigmatized. As Laura said to me with a condescending look, I have all those awful freckles. The freckles, they just won't go away. And so what? If I had to live my life based on something Laura said or thought I would just go nuts. Laura just doesn't understand me and neither did her stupid cat that bit me on the legs and crawled all over the kitchen counters shedding cat hair all over the place. Good riddance to Laura, said I, when she decided to move out. I was more comfortable living without her around to make a mess of everything.

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Yes, who was that anonymous donor who paid off my tuition bill not long before I graduated from SCC? One is not supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth so it would seem sort of rude to ask where that came from. I really don't know but my parents are missionaries and people often felt sorry for me and gave me bags of stuff and annoying pitiful attentions that perhaps I would be better off without, 'tis true. However, if you thought you were buying my services with that donation, well, then you will be sorely disappointed. Just having a diploma stored in a drawer somewhere doesn't mean that I am your slave property. If you are going to look at it that way, well you really ought to be forced to eat your own words in my opinion, because anyway it wasn't about you, obviously.

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Yes, I really must be very careful about what I say or sing. I wouldn't want to accidentally run afoul of some Jewish princess who would just eat me or kill me or something. Obviously I would prefer to avoid those people entirely and not get myself accidentally linked to their system of which I have no understanding and really don't care that much. In retrospect I probably should have explained to Darlene at the time why I don't want to sing this Deborah song but at the time I just thought that I had to do whatever they say to finish my degree and graduate. That was all I was thinking about at the time. Anway, who's calling who a dog? Well, enough said.

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I do find it hard to understand why you are so obsessed with the fact that I once had a cousin named David although he is dead now. His eyes were brown. He was not your cousin anyway so what would his life matter to you unless you are well-connected to the riff-raff underground of San Francisco of which David was such a vital part in which case, well, then I don't think we have could possibly have anything in common anyway. There is really nothing that I would want to say about him in a public way. I may pity you but I do not exactly share your twisted perspective on the subject. I mean, don't we want everyone to repent of their sins and get saved as the Bible commands, whether our cousins or not? But beyond that, I really cannot handle the weight of all of your mental problems that you keep trying to throw at me. I do hope that my cousins get saved, and I have prayed for them, but beyond that I really can't be expected to keep track of what they are doing at all times. I have to have faith that God will take care of them because anyway it's really not up to me. Each person has to make their own voluntary and personal decision as to whether they decide to believe in Christ. So I might talk about that once in a while in my personal life but I also have other things to think about such as work. How odd that some shrill gutter-snipe from the Streets of San Francisco should suddenly appear before me to lecture on some obscure points. You can't really say much when I see that you have some infectious marks on your own plate. I would only be guessing if I speculated that you probably live under quarantine conditions because a lot of us don't really want to be exposed to this mysterious SKnickers Disease of which we never really understood very much. A lot of these people that I mostly avoided during college because I didn't like them very much, you drag around and stick in my face as if that proves something. They are known to suddenly break forth into strange and meaningless songs and monologues. I'll be walking along doing fine and then all of a sudden it is 1842 and I don't even know who I am or who is talking to me. Knickerbocker magazine writers certainly were genius writers of their day but 150 years later there is a lot of water under that bridge. I wasn't invited to the planning party so I really don't care that much.

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Anyway, since when is Linda Geesey the diploma-granting agent of our university? I vaguely remember the name but nothing specific about her so I really don't find that joke very amusing.

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Yes, why did I trade out all those pennies. It didn't make any sense. Anyway, if the Lambeth brothers cannot forgive that, God will not forgive them either for all their wickedness toward me and more. I am just saying. I don't work for them anymore so I just want them to go away and leave me alone. But if they persist in annoying me, don't imagine that a penniless nobody has no leverage in heaven. I never really liked them anyway. It was just a temporary job.

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Someone else was talking about a van but I don't remember any details of that, just that someone was worried about that or even who said that in the first place after all this time. I don't know any of the persons involved so I really am not able to comment intelligently. Enough said.