18 mar 02 mon « »
np/cloudberry jam

i think i just discovered something. no; i didn't discover it. it was more passive, i realised it. when i make coffee at home, it tastes best the day after. like it's been sitting in the pot all night fermenting or whatever cold coffee does left unattended for 12 hours, and reheated it is fantastic.
so i thought, hey, this tastes a surprising lot like jalisco's coffee.. then, ping, it hit. the exact moment it hit, although i doubt the two are related, i misjudged the capacity of my mug and the reservoir flooded onto the stove. so all this time i've been going on about jalisco's and their magical wonderful coffee, it's just old stale shite! ha hahahha! also, yum!
so tonight, somehow, when i got home from work i saw my fresh new clean blanket, washed with arial, a detergent from the uk which i smuggled home in my suitcase in little block-form, and i fell asleep right there, with my blue jacket on, until melanie called. but, no, nate wasn't in so i attempted to sleep some more but then nate did come in. and i tried sleeping some more even then but kurt called and i had to get up, then i had to have grape juice which awoke me like whoooosh! and kurt was telling me about the girl he scored with (KURT! slept! with! a! girl!! he did! kurt!) (:scared:)

so now here i am, and up, and that was around 5:30 i promised myself: now then! you are going to clean as much of the livingroom as you can before melanie, and later nate, gets home. and it will finally again be possible to walk through the livingroom, and the hallway, and eventually possibly you'll be able to tackle your room.. but not for a while..
and here it is, 20:03.
and, here it is, 20:38, and julie's called, and she's going out tonight -- she said, are you sure you don't want to go? and i'd been considering, sure i like to go out and be with people. and sure i like to drink. but do i have the money? (do i have any money, let alone THE money?!) ..no... do i want to see.. mike, he'll be there, and jason, he will too, and they'll apologise, and mike will go home with me and i'll leave him sleeping in the morning and he'll stumble out of bed around 2, maybe, and i'll drop by at toucan while he's working and he'll make me a shake, and i'll go home and wait for him to come over, and i'll have sex with him and he'll kiss me like he's kissing girl #1987723 and i'll convince myself there's something there and then i'll probably get pregnant and there won't be anything there afterall.
so? (so i feel very insignificant in the Big Scheme of things. ongoingly.)
..n... no... i guess i can say that that's not exactly what i want.. ;) ha hahaha.
it wasn't a difficult decision to make.
i took a shower and now i'm typing with wet hair in my face, procrastinating, i've got to clean the livingroom! it won't be so hard, if i'm cleaning when melanie gets here, she'll help.

i wish day old coffee could be made quickly. h ahaha. cos i want some now. i demand stale coffee! i demand bacteria! i demand the oily looking stuff that sits at the top after it's cooled off for a few hours! aaahgh! bliss!!

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