Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forgot, if only I had, during my high school years, attended the Union Church located there not far from my high school, then I probably would not now be having all these problems getting myself recognized as a U.S. citizen. But I was only a high school student and I have to go where my parents tell me to go, or take me in the car that I do not know how to drive, and obviously, my parents working with the Assemblies of God churches there in the country, we are going to be attending an AG church, not the generic Union Church so celebrated by certain families, I know who you are, but it just didn't matter at the time. It could have been interesting to attend some functions at the Union Church but I do not remember anyone telling me anything about that or inviting me, so why now this sudden knee-jerk attempt to pretend that was ever a rule. So just because I did not attend the Union Church, that did not necessarily make me a Catholic either. Obviously some people were confused, but I really don't have time for conducting all of this brain surgery.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have noticed that he thinks it quite funny and amusing to pitch a staged battle between Blondie and Redhead, and to sit back and laugh watching the two white girls fighting each other like cats and dogs, and certainly Blondie is clueless enough to fall for that trick but I am way beyond that nonsense. To impassively and dispassionately step aside is the better solution, but it would work better if both sides were cooperating, but anyway it doesn't matter anyway, the dreary end is the same so why waste my energies on a useless battle that I can't win. Better to impassively and dispassionately step aside because I have other more important things in mind than performing in your little circus.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that I do not quite understand what you are expecting me to pay for, especially when you are so intent on separating me from money in the sense of any way to earn it. I cannot be expected to pay when I am not allowed access to the means of paying. Needless to say. And for what?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one can imagine it would be sort of fun to have the opportunity of kicking those stupid Canal broomsticks to the curb, if eye exchanges were the prevailing law, but of course that would not the principle upon which to build the kingdom of our Lord and Savior, needless to say. The law of love was supposed to prevail over the politicking bitterness of the dreary Canal bimbos. Yes, it almost would beenough to make one want to turn to the Democrat party to help kick those Canal blondie butts to the curb, but then that would not necessarily make any sense either. So what if the snooty Canal bimbos get a special deal? I actually congratulate myself on avoiding them, really. I don't need their bitter blondie Canal rants to know that the sun comes up every morning anyway, life goes on. Whatever.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that  you secreted this pack of poison into my brain, and were expecting me to do something about that. Perhaps you wanted to see what I might say about that, even though I really had not much idea of all that. And even so, so what? What was it that you were expecting me to do? What could I possibly do to change the inevitable tide of woe and misfortune that is to overwhelm the world in the end times, as per Bible prophecies? There are those who obsess on these topics of prophecy, and I have read the requisite books and seen some things said on TV, but, fine, whatever. That should not be my primary concern in this my short lifetime. Needless to say.

Whcih Reminds Me

Yes, it is puzzling to ponder why you would imagine myself linked forever to one of these mindless parrots, always putting As where they don't belong, in other words, the Spanish equivalent of F-bomb idiot. There was nothing special about that, having looked in the dictionary to find out the meaning of a string of various odd-sounding words that I heard. Oh!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am somewhat insulated that you would suggest or insinuate that I should sell my body to medical science to serve as guinea pig in exchange for financial benefits and/or money. That would make me a sort of hooker, which of course I am NOT. So obviously I am not going to go there. I have no need of socializing with those boring guinea pig people. I could not care less about what type of vegetable or animal they are growing in their backyard. Not my problem I don't want to know. Better for me not to know anything about that.