Armondo….. I sat across from him in high school band class. His dad was one of the conductors. His name was called before mine at our graduation. I don’t know why I’m thinking about him now. We had no real connection. Except maybe through his dad. I loved his father. A great man. A great man that took his own life a few years after Armondo was killed in a car accident. Mr. Blanco…I made him a rosary out of silly plastic beads. He hung it on the rear view mirror of his green Camaro. A week before he killed himself I kept seeing green Camaros everywhere. It made me want to call him. Of course I didn’t. I’m the flakiest person you could ever meet. I’m irresponsible when it comes to keeping up with people. It’s not that I don’t care…. I just don’t care. *frown* I guess that makes me a bad person. The only people that I care about are the people that are with me at that moment. Does that mean I live in the moment? I really don’t know. That’s one of the things Mike finds so appealing about me. When I’m with someone. Conversing, or just sitting in the elevator, they are the only people that exist in my entire world. No one is more important. At least that’s what he thinks. I don’t really know what I think about that. I think I’m like that fish in that movie Nemo. You know…what’s here name….Dora! Yes, I’m Dora. It’s not that I have a short memory, I just tend to live in the now. That pisses people off sometimes but I’m getting better. I’ve actually been keeping up with my friend Elle. Usually when I don’t associate with people they suddenly become nonexistent but I’ve been determined to keep in touch with Elle. Maybe I’m growing as a person. I really do have a lot more room to grow. *** I suddenly find myself very reminiscent. Maybe it’s the glasses I of wine I just drank. My tongue is purple from all of the shiraz and zin. I’m not intoxicated though. No. I’m….did I just say that I find myself reminiscent? Yeah…that’s it. I’m reminiscent and I can’t help but think of the people I’ve forgotten. Like Armondo. The boy I hardly knew who died a few months after graduation. Like a few other people who are dead to me. The ex. I wonder what’s going on with him. I’m sure he’s doing well. The man I now kiddingly refer to as El Diablo. M….my mentor and good friend. J and William the two friends that I call once every few months (man I’m an awful friend). Did I tell you that J is getting married? She’s a great girl. *sigh* Ok, maybe I’m a little silly with the wine. That’s why I’m sitting here at the office. Typing away…because I know that I can’t drive home just yet. Nope. I’m drinking obscene amounts of water, trying to get sober, so that I can go home and molest the most important person in the world to me. Did I tell you that I totally raped him the other day. Yup. I’ve become my ex. That happens I guess. Apparently men like getting raped though. Who knew. I have to swallow this last ounce of water, go to the ladies room and head home. Typing is very sobering.