Thursday, January 20, 2011

beans grinding in my head

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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