Yes, I'm sitting in Starbucks with my laptop sipping steamed horizon chocolate milk. I'm watching out the big windows as the light feathery snow falls down like a heavy mist. I feel kind of strange yet comfortable at the same time. I'm sitting on a leather sofa in a beautiful old building with tiled ceilings and wood floors. At first I liked the music, it was from the 50's I think, not sure. But now the music keeps jumping around from awful to barely bearable. There was something about this whole thing that seemed a bit silly to me, but Hannah is taking a class at the art center only a couple of doors down and it's way to cold to walk around. So here I am, and now I'm leaving.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
dork...
Yes, I'm sitting in Starbucks with my laptop sipping steamed horizon chocolate milk. I'm watching out the big windows as the light feathery snow falls down like a heavy mist. I feel kind of strange yet comfortable at the same time. I'm sitting on a leather sofa in a beautiful old building with tiled ceilings and wood floors. At first I liked the music, it was from the 50's I think, not sure. But now the music keeps jumping around from awful to barely bearable. There was something about this whole thing that seemed a bit silly to me, but Hannah is taking a class at the art center only a couple of doors down and it's way to cold to walk around. So here I am, and now I'm leaving.
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