I never had Starbucks until I moved to LA. Let me set the scene, baby blue convertible, top down, one of my Taylor Swift CD’s in my six disk changer. A Starbucks grande iced americano is a perpetual sunset, warm hug, and kiss from your crush.
first thing in the morning with a cig, then ya get inside and start writing about finnegans wake and ludwig wittgenstein. yer a killer, kid. alexa, play grateful dead live at the fox theatre 1980-11-30
I’m a barista so often my coffee drinking experience is Chugging some Iced Bullshit Behind the Espresso Machine Mid-Shift. therefore, when I get to make my first coffee of the day a peaceful little ritual? Wow oh wow… and now that the trees lining my block are popping the hell off wow it feels amazing
Are coffee shops as big in the rest of the world as they are in LA? Ive become such a snob I can’t help but find comfort in a local coffee shop. The baristas call me Phil, ask me if I’m getting my large cold brew today. I say yes or the occasional no if I’ve had one elsewhere, that throws them off. What can I say, I’m a creature of habit! I think therefore I am? preposterous! I do the same things over and over therefore I am!
I am a total romantic, to my friends, family, and boys. There is something sweet about sending a note across the country, where the I’s are dotted with hearts and my name is signed with a lipstick kiss - Pat McGraths “Love Interest” shade to be exact
I do not run and I do not rush. I went on a date with a guy to Coney Island once, and to get the train back to the city you have to walk up about four flights of stairs. The guy goes “the train is coming!” He runs up the stairs, I continue to walk, he makes it on the train, the doors close before I get up there. He rides away and I never see him again.