starbucks
i love coffee. i do. jesus i love coffee. and i love that i can make it. and i'm damn good at it. that's not just me being cocky but it came suprisingly easily and i'm proud of it. at the same time i'm upset that i'm good at it. it means i'm top of the list to call in. and while i need the hours... i'm not sleeping... at all... and i make two pots of coffee for myself each morning... and i take more baths than any normal person ever should... i take more baths than my mother... and i've become obsessed with my latest painting which morphs daily with my mood. i've yet to finish packing... i'm so slack... but i've been so busy that when i'm not working i just wanna sleep. and that's bad cause i wanna go back to school soon... so many thingies... so little me...