Definitely not from Mars.
Thumbing through files under my documents folder, and I happen to run across this text file of people owing me favors? No idea I kept this sort of thing:
"clare- driving him to the airport summer 06
nilK- also driving him to the airport summer 06
lizbian- housing her for a night
drab- picking him up from the airport January 07"
Under this file, I also have my screen name and password for Second Life, which I stopped using after a while since the program wouldn't let me get past a certain point in the tutorial.
To the date, even. Most of it seems to be from taking my car to the airport. Let's see, summer of 2006. Clare must have been going home for a little bit before school started, or was it LA? Nilk, same. Memory from this: definitely remember the drama in that place over the summer. Yet somehow it got worse over the year with the introduction of new Indians. Talk about the most passive aggressive bunch. The one thorn that sticks out from picking Drab up is that I wasn't even one of his first choices of contacts to call in order to get picked up. Not only does he insult me over the phone- telling me that I was the 10th or so person on the list- but he also makes me drive to the airport and then to campus when I was living O/C at the time, thus extending the amount of time I had to spend catering to his whims.
Do you know where a heart of gold can be found?
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