OJ flies coach
Life's being half rad, half whack. I'm slowly but fucking surely missing San Diego. I've come to realize I love California, it's where I belong. As trite as that sounds, it's valid. On the flipside, I love Chicago. Moreover, I love my mom and she lives here. Therefore, I love it here.
School is shitty. I've never been a social butterfly in class, and this year is no exception. I missed an exam in my philosophy class that's worth 10% of my grade. At this rate, I'm going to have to suck a dick for a passing grade. But I have morals. Oh, wait.
Work is allright. I have a crush on a guy that comes in and orders a five-shot venti americano. His name is unpronounceable, beginning with an M. I think. At any rate, he's the most attractive guy I've seen in the area, but he's not even that stylish. Which is weird because that's what is most attractive me. His buzzed cut paired with his ca-yooot smile leaves me weak in the knees. Maybe not, but I do think he's ridiculously good looking. (I hate Zoolander)
Lastly, I want Mike more than ever.