I’m hooked on you, Chocolate Star. I got the munchies for your love.
all the wrong trees
barking up
1 week till opening day. I don’t know about you but we’re pumped!
Friday. Have a photoshoot at the job and make it a GIF.
dear young world,
I was gonna tell you how I was a delinquent today but it’s already tomorrow. [12:22]
dear young world,
22 minutes in and I’m already acting out.
all over coffee
this how my brain looks.
$4.13 for a hot cup of coffee. But not even coffee because real coffee gives me the jitters. A chai latte. And not even piping hot. So let me rephrase my opening statement: $4.13 for a luke warm cup of nothingness. I only bought the trash in hopes of keeping me warm but the heat faded before the barista even handed it to me, if it was ever warm at all.
It is ridiculously difficult to smoke in the rain. Of course, this may be due to the globs of water falling out of the sky. There also isn’t enough bridges with nice ledges to stand under(or jump off of for that matter)
Why do I even come to Tully’s for the chai in disguise? I only really come to people watch. They have the biggest widow facing Shattuck Ave. I don’t even know why I come for that. I’m rarely left alone. Being that the smallest seating option is for two and I am only one, someone always get’s over zealous with their desires and invites themselves over to my table. I think someone is doing it now. If I just keep writing, eyes diverted to my notebook, he’ll get the hint that he’s unwelcome to this two seater even though I am alone.
Cigarettes must be rain proof.
Just reached the end of my 4 dollar drink. Foamy.
I’d recieve compliments better if they didn’t always come off so backhanded.
Damn. I was going to take a break from writing but I saw someone I used to know and didn’t want them to recognize me. I fucking hate when I’m sitting alone and people talk to me. The gesture is nice sometimes but clearly, I am alone for a reason. If I didn’t want to be alone, I’d go find one of my friends. I’m not so sweet to strangers!
Now my stomach feels weird and I am cold because I’ve conveniently placed myself near the door just in case I need to make a smooth getaway.
“Tell me how the fuck we supposed to stay friends when you got a bunch of feelings that you don’t show?”
