Not sure how I'm feeling about this one......Kind of a Part Two to T. McGee's Journal
27 October 2007
Does Tim really think that I would not come into a place such as this? His eyes nearly fell out of his head when I came into the French Press. I’m sure he thought he was being all suave and L.J. Tibbs-ish behind his computer, but I am not blind.
I hate having to write all this out long-style, no-that is not right. Long-hand! That is the word, long-hand; well, it is two words, but that is beside the point. God, look at that. Whoever made up English was stupid, such a strange language.
That is what brings me here, to the *French Press*. English. Jen suggested that if I perhaps kept a diary-no, a journal she called it. It might help me to improve my English.
Bah-my English is good. It is the way they speak here. It is so improper! I can have a conversation with Ducky, but that is because he is English, he knows how to talk properly. If I want to have a real conversation with Tony, it is easier in Spanish, it being a second language for the both of us; we are equal.
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