2003 Texans' Yearbook

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Originally Posted by Keith

I've lost contact with the guys who lived on my floor in college. Pre-internet days and all... I suppose that doesn't happen so much anymore unless you specifically want it to.

Well, you'll notice that I wasn't in contact with Joe and hadn't even thought about him in years. I'm having some of the usual fun with Buford and WHAM. (Not implying Buford is a George Michael fan. If he is, you know, that's ok too.) Do a little googling and whaddaya know.

So I recommend taking a moment to track down some of the more outlandish chaps you may recall from Jester or wherever you were and see if they've been elected Lieutenant Governor or anything.

I'm in Facebook touch with the two of the three guys I was close with in college. We know more or less what each other's up to but don't really talk. One guy lives in a group house for people with mental illnesses so it's always a little awkward for me to jump in with anything, you know, So, did you have oatmeal for breakfast again today? You know? The third guy and I are still reasonably close although come to think of it we haven't spoken in a while. We did some work together a few years ago. But he has a new baby and I guess I've been giving him some time to enjoy that. Plus, the main thing I want to talk to him about is my extreme dissatisfaction with an investment he got me into so I guess my procrastination is a form of conflict avoidance.

My college girlfriend won't talk to me anymore. Want to talk about issues, Buford? Godamightee. I don't have time to get into it right now but she was a total mess. A hot, rich mess, sure, but man. She was such a mess that sometime between when I left her and now she literally changed her name. She took her husband's surname when she got married (which was about fifteen minutes after I left) but I'm talking about her first name and basically her entire identity. But they've been married for twenty five years so either she suddenly quit doing the bullshit she did with me or this dude's a hell of a lot more patient than I am. She owns a dry cleaners in Leesburg, Virginia. That's a mighty long way from an MFA, ain't it, sweetcheeks?