Anyways, she just emailed me because she wanted to know our addresses while we were in SB/IV/on campus. I clicked reply, and wrote back with every single one. OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. More proof that my problem is not keeping thoughts in my brain. My problem is keeping USEFUL thoughts in my brain. I can't remember to send in my rent check, but I remember the name of the boy in kindergarten who taught me how to tie my shoes.
There is a point to this story.
Okay here it is:
Paris reminded me of two things.
1. UCSB had CSOs, which were basically dorky guys with bikes who you called when you were wasted and your friends wouldn't let you walk home by yourself. Cuz they didn't want you to get "raped" or "assaulted" or whatever. Okay so it was
2. The last name of this guy we both (but mainly Paris) used to work with: Tanner. I'm not big on putting first and last names here, because of "privacy" or whatever, but Dave Tanner, where are you? Does anyone know? I would like to know what you're doing with your life, but your name is too common, and thus much too difficult to Google, and I'm not sifting through the 500 choices on Facebook. Dave, should you Google yourself and end up here, I'd like to know what's become of you, okay?