easter is bullshit. i had the worst one since 2000.
here’s the list:
4 hours late.
dad scratched the audi.
red fucking lobster?
dad used sharpi to hide the scratch he made. my car is NOT black.
traffic.
so my best bet next year is to stay home. the last few days have been interesting. tis spring break and i am headed down to joshua tree with bf and my gf. you figure it out. i like camping because i get to say that i am roughing it.
also is other news: RIP Favorite Shoes
day 5
sad sad sad. miss her. sad.
the main reason i have avoided said coffee shop is for something totally lame and silly. at the time it was very important. it reminded me of a girl, who broke my heart etc.etc. even though phil’s coffee has been less than 20 feet away from my house for the last fwe years- i managed to only go in 1) once a year and 2) only with Brandon by my side.
every morning i go a little out of my way to the coffee shop around the corner…or just down to ritual, yes i fucking love ritual. it must be the fancy bikes. but this morning, i parked at a spot right in front of phils. I took a chance. I walked in and ordered the only coffee i like there, the philharmonic. really it’s only because i like the name of it. i hate the way that place smells…fucking hippy. goddamn plants everywhere.
i was impressed. coffee only took a few minutes to brew. the service was nice, the workers smiley. no silly cream or stupid mint-just black.
i get into the car thinking how silly i have been these last few years. depriving myself from my corner coffee shop. then suddenly, the lid of my coffee pops off and i and MY FUCKING AUDI are covered in half a cup of hot PHIL’S FUCKING COFFEE.
never again.
except for:
