Two twenty-five on-a-Thursday. The first real day of spring, aka the start of the baseball season. My Philadelphia Prospects are about to take the World Cup with ease.
On my other blog I'm tryin'a write of review of the new Jpegmafia. Death Grips with more blog-bytes per minute. Just a fucking killer record though. Peep it.
Pie PMing me anime tiddies while I'm trying to break shit to this industrial glitch-hop. Don't make me post some 3DPD my man. I got jpegs hiding in sub-folders you wouldn't be able to crawl. Fucking nerd.
Whoops, I'm talking out loud again. This new barista is acting like I don't own this own this scrub-hole. I'll sometimes stay 'til closing time and collect the spare 3 hour old brews they were about to dump. Nope, overweight neck-beard in the Reddit goggles: that's my coffee--pour it down my fucking throat.
So about the new barista--we're kinda on a first-name basis. Kinda on a first pour "taste this." Slipped her my digits once and she seemed to throw them in a plastic bag which I figured was her temp-purse because she forgot her other o--
So now I'm sipping on this mocha-frappe thing I ordered five hours ago. The drink is somewhat neutered by now, but this cardboard cup is surprisingly scrumptious. Back to my artisanal coffee mistress: she's drowning in five dollar specialty drink orders from the newly-free high schoolers. Her light brown work-eyes are shifty and disinterested. She catches me in a very precarious immersion re: her formal constitution. Oh fucksy, what that a muttered scowl? The message hath been received. I will take my respectfully observant ways elsewhere. Fin.
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