Friday, January 3, 2014

Observation, Introspection and Honesty


The (new) boyfriend is sitting next to me as I type this. I am slowly sipping my half-shot vanilla latte at Starbucks. Why do I keep coming here? People keep saying that their coffee is shit but I guess I like the consistency of my favourite drink as well as the random cute boys that walk past. Darting eye-games and the uncertainty of whether a place serves flavoured coffee with amounts that can be modified to my preference are both very important factors.

It is raining and we're just sitting here. Talking occasionally, lighting a cig and just blanking out.

Is this contentment?

Thank you bibi.

Happy 8 months!