maybe I'll run into an ex & have to grab a stranger to be my pretend boyfriend
An episode in the tragedy of my life: I was happily washing my coffee pot (because I'm weird and like doing the dishes) and then it just...broke. In my hands. While I was rinsing it out. Apparently the glass just got tired of retaining its coffee pot shape and gave up on life. Who knew that happened?! Coffee pots shouldn't be allowed to have existential crises, goddammit.
So, yes, I know what I will be asking my parents for for my birthday. If I survive until then. D:
Work provides coffee for weekdays but, oh god, the weekends. Maybe I'll go hipster and explore some non-Starbucks coffee shops and go live out a coffee shop AU or something. "Hello, barista, thanks for the latte, would you like to become half an OTP with me and have hilarious miscommunications, hot sex, and eventual happy ending?" Or should I just linger until a hot regular who is secretly a successful novelist falls in love with me or I accidentally spill my drink on a incognito movie star?
Maybe fic has skewed my expectations of reality...
Apropos of nothing, I cooked! Asian style pork chops, sauteed yellow squash and zucchini, with jambalaya rice (granted, the rice was out of a box, but it was rice! I haven't had rice in so long I was becoming less Asian, I swear). And then strawberries for dessert. I really want to make some peach crisp but maybe I'll just wait until fall hits and make apple crisp. Mmm, food is the best.
So, yes, I know what I will be asking my parents for for my birthday. If I survive until then. D:
Work provides coffee for weekdays but, oh god, the weekends. Maybe I'll go hipster and explore some non-Starbucks coffee shops and go live out a coffee shop AU or something. "Hello, barista, thanks for the latte, would you like to become half an OTP with me and have hilarious miscommunications, hot sex, and eventual happy ending?" Or should I just linger until a hot regular who is secretly a successful novelist falls in love with me or I accidentally spill my drink on a incognito movie star?
Maybe fic has skewed my expectations of reality...
Apropos of nothing, I cooked! Asian style pork chops, sauteed yellow squash and zucchini, with jambalaya rice (granted, the rice was out of a box, but it was rice! I haven't had rice in so long I was becoming less Asian, I swear). And then strawberries for dessert. I really want to make some peach crisp but maybe I'll just wait until fall hits and make apple crisp. Mmm, food is the best.