Enough.
Enough of this sad sob story that some would call my summer.
This is ridiculous. Bad shit happened. I had to get over it. Summers over and I'm over it now.
I'm sitting in my amazing coffee shop in Vancouver, listening to the New Pornographers and drinking my coffee black. I've never had my coffee black before yesterday and that was because i simply forgot to put anything in my amazing Turk's americano. Large. $3.20
Coupled with an Apple Juice. Large. Cold. $1.20. and a cup of Ice cubes that are actually round.
I feel like i have become a coffee snob. One of those people who looks down on people who put shit in their coffee. People who don't know who the New Pornographers are. I already look down on people who use white sugar in their coffee when there's a brown sugar alternative.
What a bitch.
There's a handsome Polish man coding websites sitting next to me and a cloud of Guinness charged regrets hovering over me. Drunkenly went and spoke my mind. Scared the shit out of someone that I care about, and as much as I'd love to go back and make it all not happen, what some might call Regret, I can't really feel regret for having been honest. Drunkenly honest. But honest none the less.
Now i sit. A veritable BOWL of coffee before me. Myriad Harbour in my ears and a cute Polak coding next to me uttering words I sort of understand. Wondering what the heck is going to come at me next. Now that i'm a coffee snob I mean.
~j
