I meet people who remember me from years ago- like from when I was dating Ken, or maybe I even went to their house, or who knows. They explain how I must know them and I stare at them wide-eyed and shake my head. Also, the same thing happens with my address book. I went through it the other day and I was all, "Mike Todd?? Who the fuck is that?" Even in my email short-address list are people I don't remember... Sigh.
It is not because I am too cool to remember people I meet, or that I am simply too much of a mover and a shaker to keep track of all the "little people", but that I am so drunk so often, and really, I can't be held responsible for anything when I am drunk.
Everyone at my work is sick and I am left to run the office (A Piece Of Cake) alone. So, I am of course avoiding doing anything and looking things up on the internet. Aside from Craigslist, blogs of people I know, buy and sell, and hotmail, there is nothing else I can think of to look at.
I am starting at Bikrahms yoga tonight- it is the one where they crank the room up to 35 degrees and they all sit nearly naked in odd positions and is supposed to be great. Anyhoo, I emailed the instructor with some inquiries and this was his response:

I better see you today, Wendy come down and have a talk in person
I lead class tonight at 8pm, but will be around before the 4 and 6 so be sure to come by....
come stretch breathe and have a good time gathering peace and calming your mind and nerves,
and improve the quality of your life and therefore improve the quality of life for everyone that has to share that life of yours with you..........

the harvest of every action reaped starts as a little thought seed
thinking of coming without action is like not planting the seed

Look forward to our meeting.......

pax en tera
cbl

His name is 'Christian Diego Beta'. A hippy on Commercial Drive??? Who would have thought!!

I am thinking of leaving my latest boyfriend. His once endearing dumbness is now affecting me in such a way that when I look at him I see a giant man with slight retardation who could be slightly dangerous. Also, he does not care for belts and I am sick of looking at his freckled Irish ass.