Low flying (...flying?) clouds make me laugh and elderly gents dining solo in fast food joints upset me.
I don't mind being small because I'm sure it will come in handy when the time comes during which I have to hide for my life.
I'm not good at the end parts, a decision-making deficiency I suppose.
I might forget things that have been said, but never a face and rarely a name, which isn't necessarily a desirable attribute, when I see someone I recognize but can't work out why, or I attempt to strike up a conversation with someone I've met before, and they have no clue who I am.
If you've got a beard and can make a good gin and tonic/White Russian/Long Vodka, or at least open me a can of beer once in a while, then we can probably be friends. These aren't deal breakers, but I'm just putting it out there.
I'm often late but rarely absent, "Yes" is one of my favourite words.
But "weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" is my favourite noise. Or "Dun dun DUN".
I would say I eat books for breakfast, but as I don't tend to eat breakfast, that would be misleading. Besides, paper doesn't taste very nice.
You may call me sentimental, but I'd just say I'm lucky. I think of my friends as family, and count my family as friends, and I don't really need much else.
I'm not blazing a trail career-wise, or winning a Nobel Prize just yet, but I think that's fine by me.
Plus, I have (what I think is) a funny way of explaining where I work, so that softens the blow some.
If I have learned anything from my job, it's that Roysters aren't nearly as tasty as you remember them to be. But Feasts are far better.
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