Which Reminds Me

Yes, just because you are coincidentally named David, that does not constitute some reason for me to care about your pathetic horrible life. I am just saying, so what?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, maybe someone might have said something about Lori being a Georgia peach, because her family is from Atlanta, Georgia, and also Georgie is famous for its peaches, so what else could that mean? I just have no idea what else some other people might have done with that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how well we have learned that throughout the ages that various Christians have been killed and died a martyr's death because their faith somehow did not fall within the perimeters dignified by the Spanish Inquisition as not worth burning at the stake. Even so, now is not the time to be discussing these doctrinal matters that are way over my head. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I always did have more than my share of curiosity, needless to say. Thus, I could not help but be curious about the precise wording of the scintillating and/or sizzling letter from Bruce Brock's girlfriend, which was so upsetting to my mother when she opened it by mistake, confused as she was by the way in which it had been addressed to the care of us, because he was staying at our house that summer, although it is probably better that I never really got to read that. My mother only told me something about what it said and how, after she realized her mistake, she handed it to him without any comment, obviously already opened, so obviously he was knew she had seen that, although h was probably not sure how much we know about that or who we might tell laterr. Well, sorry about that, but whatever. Get over yourself, boring bimbos of Arizona.

And just think if I had actually had read the letter, and could actually say something real about that, how much more miserable your life could be. Just think about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a Bernhardt in our high school, although no acquaintance of mine, that I would never have had occasion or even have thought of asking such an impertinent question about the famous dancer of that name. She might have been of a lower class level than myself, a  9th, 10th or 11th grader when I myself was in the 12th. Even so, I cannot imagine what that has to do with the fact of myself having studied a book titled "Ariel" by the famous Uruguayan author, which was an extremely tedious philosophical treatise on a not always very useful question of what is more important, utilitarianism vs. aesthetics. Sort of depends, I suppose.

Speaking of Uruguay, I vaguely remember the Stone family but only from the third grade. If I ever see them again or not, well, at this point, it really does not matter. It just wouldn't matter. It always was so easy for them to pass themselves off as natives, but I cannot do that. I always will look like a foreigner there, so their method of masquerading as a native is useless to me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, given the level of Party hostility emanating from you, it can be safely assumed that you have probably heard something that I said about my parents voting for Nixon, after Joan made some disparaging remark about Nixon, thus to effectively end that conversation, indicating that your sole source of information is probably Joan, or whoever else overheard that very small exchange, or else whatever Joan told Kathy or whoever else, which means that you don't know much anyway. It is hard for me to understand why you would think that I would want to handle Joan's mail. They are all Democratic Party Props so you should be sending Joan's mail to them, not me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have a hard time understanding why I should be intimidated by some Democratic Party props who only wish they could run me off the road, only because they heard on the grapevine something about my parents having voted for Nixon. Thus, I wash my hands of these obviously biased Party political strategists thus to let the chips or votes fall where they may, because anyway God is in control, not you or me.

So what if some clueless Party Prop won't talk to me? I won't talk to you either. Get off my back. You just don't matter.