Sitting drinking this mochaccio or whatever its called with soy milk is relaxing. My feet are freezing but that's nothing new. I'm about a hundred feet from work . Just waiting for the clock to hit 10 .
Still weary about this girl 5 steps behind me who hasn't pulled off her hood from her plaid jacket. She's interesting.
While I digest the last short bread cookie and drink my cup empty I will have a good day , I know it . This 4 dollar coffee must have gotten a shot of happy instead of the carmel I paid for .
Hope platos closet has some good steals. I really shouldnt shop but what the hell my new motto I follow is... the longer you live the closer you keep getting to Mr. Death.
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