illuminate the night
and so after eight hours and fifteen minutes of constant, frantic, sticky sticky work, the poor, oppressed-but-not-really coffee worker returned home at a bright and early 2:20 am after no breaks and no going to the bathroom.
glargh.
i never thought anything could make me think ill of my homeboy harry.
congratulations! you've done it again!
i spend awhile each day cutting and sticking my memories into a fat book with clear pages. somehow gel pens don't quite sum it up.
glargh.
i never thought anything could make me think ill of my homeboy harry.
congratulations! you've done it again!
i spend awhile each day cutting and sticking my memories into a fat book with clear pages. somehow gel pens don't quite sum it up.