Yes, I vaguely remember finding a quarter in the soda vending machine, and wondering if someone would be coming back to look for it. Anyway, why are we giving so much weight to the idiotic rantings of Lori from Michigan who stole Cindy's husband Tom? Tom and Lori and Cindy, I do not want to hear another word about those boring people. So what if they all belong to the military establishment and are thus in control of the universe more or less? I don't care about that, I don't want to hear more specifics about their dilly-dallying in tents or with the next-door neighbor. Keep your private life to yourself.
Friday, April 30, 2021
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Thursday, April 29, 2021
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Yes, I only know about the rather wicked prank that Cori pulled on Grace because Cori herself said something to me about it, and she was laughing and thought that it was hysterically funny to see the look on Grace's face and her reactions to that, and Cori was feeling so clever about having thought of doing that. Who would have thought of doing that or talking about that? And that was the only time that I ever heard about that particular event. Why did no one else ever mention this event to me, and perhaps other events connected to Cori before I had agreed to room with this psychotic person? But anyway it seems too late now to drop these worthless people off of my life.
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Yes, I have heard various reports of a certain border line being a line drawn above South Florida, possibly intersecting Lake Okeechobee, although some persons might also put that above or below some other county lines. However, I do not put much stock in that type of joking and/or bluffing.
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
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Yes, I do not think that I am that dumb, although I would admit that during high school the thought of applying to an Ivy League college would seem way beyond my reach, too much pressure for me. And experience has shown that if anything would go wrong there, the first thing on the chopping block would be my head no matter what else happened, on which point I can be confident and have no doubt. Although some people may be dreaming of Ivy League power, I was not one of them. Perhaps you have mistaken me for some Libby, who lives up there somewhere in Connecticut, but what would I know about that? I never compared notes with Libby on these political points.
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Yes, you were asking me whatever happened to Paul Anka, the formerly famous singer who sang to the entire world via radio airwaves that song titled, "You're Having My Baby." I wasn't taking that personally so I really would not be paying attention to whether he was really only a Canadian after all.
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
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Yes, I am often hearing this message from Goddess Blondie who complains that I took something away from her, although I cannot for the life of me remember what that was about or who she was. The value of popularity is much overrated in my opinion. In fact, I don't remember that much about it, to tell the truth. Which does give the impression that any Blondie and/or vapid Nordic can insert herself into the picture in such a way as to take everything away from me somehow and I will not have any clue in self-defense to say anything about it or to explain something. Not that I am complaining, because anyway life is short and then you die, so whatever.
Friday, April 23, 2021
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Yes, I remember that the Sawords, who were originally Canadians from Vancouver, are now claiming to be residents of the United States from Washington. I don't understand, that wasn't the way I remembered things, but whatever. Online they or some one of them were claiming to need asylum in the U.S. to protect themselves from the widgets thrown around by Ann Campbell. I cannot speak to that. because I don't know enough about that, it may well be that Ann may have some things to use on them, but even so I really wouldn't know what that would be. It is not like I would have ever compared notes with Ann on these points that there would be some reason to be paying that much attention to what some little junior high brat is talking about behind my back.