Which Reminds Me

Yes, I tried to be nice to those little Canadian peasants, but they were so mean to me, always so riled up about nothing much, and I don't see that ever changing, only more of the same and even worse. So I really see no reason for me to discuss this with them and their interposed intermediary bridge of no use to me. I need a new life with new people who are not so dead set against me before I even open my mouth in the first place. Or else I could die. Yes, the latter option would be so much easier. But then again this gift of time might be something not to waste on useless dialogues with utterly boring yappy dogs named Stephanie. Scotland has its low-level peasant trash just like everywhere, right/ Needless to say.