  Remember on Sesame Street when they had the "This is your life" segment with Guy Smiley? I bet you do. In case you don't, let me refresh your memory; basically, the host would bring out a person, (muppet) and they would listen to voices from their past. Based on the voice, or voices, the contestant would guess who was speaking. So, bread remembers its sordid past with peanut butter and jam, or some such. There's a point here, be patient. Basically, people from my past keep on jumping up and biting my ass. Poor choice of words, as the meetings are welcome, just unexpected, like a bite on the ass is bound to be. First there was the return of SD, my dear ex-roomie and partner in crime. Then comes ThatGirl, opening up the past and showing me rather clearly that I'm quite the git on occasion. And, even more importantly, allowing me to try and atone for past idiotic grieveances. Now, there's the return of a guy who i knew, liked, dated, broke up with, had a shaky friendhip with.
Extremely cool fellow, came along at a point in my life when relationships were completely repellant. Tried to hang on to him as a friend, but i think i freaked him out, what with being a headcase and all. Kurt and i were driving back from bloodletting, and this guy walks in front of our fruity civic, and i make eyewitness testimony that this was this thespian guy i had dated for 10 whole, entire days.
Thought i had saw him earlier in the semester, and made Kurt follow him for two blocks, trying to make a positive ID. God, I sound insane. Completely insane. Anyways, I being the internet savvy cat that I am, found him on icq, and messaged him. Told him I wanted to catch up, being since last intel I had on him was that he was a dance instructor somewhere peculiar, about three years ago. Luckily for me and my self esteem, he messaged back, and we're going to catch up. Now I don't have to follow him everywhere, and leave threatening messages on his porch.
(And you're thinking, "Is she kidding? " You just never know...) So I feel like I'm on Sesame Street, and I'm in "This Is Your Life. " I figure all I need are some muppets to make the motif complete. In other news, Minako has taken her leave of us, Wolfvegas, and her demented department. She's doing her practicum teaching theater, living out of her parent's place, and I say "Good. " I already miss her, but she was seriously suffering at the hands of Evil Valley Syndrome, where everything about here starts to suck, and stays sucking until you get your fool hide out for an extended period of time. Sure she's going to be getting up early to teach whiny brats who don't want to be in school, but compared to the rigors she was hitting up here, she's on vacation. I found out that the other poopsmiths are thriving. In fact, I can't call them poopsmiths anymore, they've kicked the poopies, much to the relief of their new fosters.
Still will be a long wait to see if they develop FIP, but so far, so good. Thank God. The traveller is moving a mere three hours away from here, so hopefully no more of that seeing her once a year bullshit. I'm going to try and go up to see her when she first relocates to help her feel more at home and settled in, and to make up for the time I won't be seeing her during Christmas. Quality time. Anyone else see those "Foundation for a Better Life" commericals? Really good sentiments, but they invariably cause a chill of terror. Anyone else get this reaction? 
