Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember becoming acquainted with Joann Cole, only once, during college, and there was nothing particularly interesting about that. There was no reason to imagine that Joann would be a friend of mine in the future, given that the Cole family are sort of not very interesting domineering people who we we would be better off getting rid because there is nothing very interesting to be expected from their manipulations and control freak behavior that we later heard about online.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one often wonders how many times I have to remind those Midwestern cooks that no, my name is NOT Helen, and no, I am not going to fit into your imaginary Methodist schematics in which I am cast as the imaginary rich girl enjoying all of these imaginary privileges in a world that I had never heard of. Oh, but we cannot be expecting too much thoughtfulness from the poster child of Maximized Stupidity. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember seeing that "Book of Virtues" on a shelf, and it looks very pretty on a shelf, but I cannot say that I have read much of it, although I did notice that some of its contents are things that I have already read other places, such as Aesop's Fables and various other things, but I suppose it is not a bad idea to compile that in a huge volume, so that we can just say "Read the Book," to be read when the mood for feeling virtuous should strike, which in your case problem perhaps does not happen very often. But anyway what does that have to do with the fact of Candice Bennett who lived on our dorm floor one year? I really don't see the connection and would be afraid to ask what that has to do with the price of tea in China.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember as from a distance, in a fog, my feelings of adolescent angst about not having any friends, and feeling that nobody likes me, which I wrote about in my diary or journal of the time. But how would you know about that unless you were amongst the spies who unloaded all of my high school paperwork while I was gone to school? I see that I am looking at your putrid frozen carcass in the rearview mirror and hoping to put some pedal to the metal the better to be rid of your pestiferous nonsense.

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 Yes, that was strange when, upon returning to Florida, Linda Crawley volunteers to me the information that she knows about Lori and that and that Lori being, how did she say it, complicated?, that Linda cannot do anything to help me now, I am just on my own and my life is now officially ruined, even though I do not remember myself mentioning this Lori story to Linda, that Linda should have any awareness of the existence of Lori. Interesting. Well, thanks Linda, for what? You Michigan pests are all fired from "helping" me, in case you had not figured this out yet.

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Yes, I see on Facebook that Lori is now married to Jim, not Tom. Then whatever happened to Tom? And why is Tom's ex-wife Cindy accusing me of something? I don't even know how those people are. I only heard their names from Lori, who lived in the same apartment complex as myself, across the way over there. And who knows whether anything that Lori told me was true or not? I have no idea. I have nothing to add to whatever Lori said about them. For all I know, his name was really Jim, and you could not prove that by me. How would I know? Come to think of it, I do not know one thing about those people.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember answering my telephone and hearing a sales pitch from some type of salesman and/or loan shark, scammer or scam artist, who offers to help me get access to "other people's money"and then I say no or better yet hang up immediately without saying anything thus to avoid giving them any opportunity for further comment on these irrelevant points because obviously I will not want to pay their high interest rates and other unforeseen costs they forgot to mention.