Now, let me tell you strait.
I know I shouldda been going to this meeting thinga mabobber for like, connections or whatever. Right? Right. But to be honest, I really just wasn't feeling it. On the other hand, maybe I'd make friends? Pfffffttt. Yeah right.
Mantra: Ew. Brits. Sigh.
My hateful thoughts were being especially sent to the old hat a few dozen floors away (at least it felt like that). I was American! American's are brave, and courageous, and smart, and loyal, and just, and witty!
....Pffft. BS. I wish.
But from what I've heard of snakes? They're slithery, sneaky, slimy, conniving little buggers. I wasn't that. At all.
Ew. Brits. Sigh.
But I'm getting off topic. What ended up happening was the word FOOD. Like the edible kind (the feast...if you could call it that...was another example of Ew.Brits.Sigh). Maybe British snacks would be like American snacks? Fingers crossed. And maybe I'd make few friends. (pfffttt.) And maybe not.
Well.
I guess I'll try my luck.
And with that, I strode over the somewhat populated study tables. |