So I’m sitting in a coffee shop trying to get some work done and stay awake and there is a table of 3 giggling girls next to me. I’m not talking the teenage girls who who are giggling about the cute new guy on The OC, I’m talking about college-aged girls playing a dice-trivia game about the history of the Shakesperian era. Every time one of them says something the other two will start giggling like somebody’s tickling their feet with a feather tip.
Maybe it’s just my mood, but in all honesty, I think I’d have a hard time in attaining any sort of serenity in this situation.
I know, I know … you’re thinking, “why doesn’t that moron Sparkles get up and move or leave?”
Because. I was here first, damnit.