musings that admittedly will not help my good karma deficit.
i'm at my second favorite coffee shop working on the paper i've been working on all day--in between bouts of procrastinashun, of course--and i'm needlessly amused by the people here. like the table of four guys in front of me who are all 1. a little bit dorky and 2. wearing striped polo shirts. one of them is wearing a striped blue and white shirt with a pink collar (why?!). these guys would be totally inconspicuous and i would be totally without someone to talk about if not for their need to dress alike. dorkiness can be hot, but not in this case because polo shirts are pretty much unforgivable. and these guys aren't hot.
and then there's the guy on the couch in the corner who bears such a striking resemblance to a certain ex-boyfriend of mine that i can't stop staring. they could be the same person if said ex got a tattoo, grew out his hair, neglected to wash it, and then decided that it would be really awesome if his hair resembled pebbles' hair as much as possible. minus the bone, i mean. but it's probably not him because ex dude would never, ever scribble furiously in a journal. he was the type that aspired to that degree of coolness but never quite achieved it, mostly because he was anti-anything having to do with writing or even using words in ways that made sense and that kind of precluded the journaling bit.
alas, everyone else here is strangely normal. back to my paper.
and then there's the guy on the couch in the corner who bears such a striking resemblance to a certain ex-boyfriend of mine that i can't stop staring. they could be the same person if said ex got a tattoo, grew out his hair, neglected to wash it, and then decided that it would be really awesome if his hair resembled pebbles' hair as much as possible. minus the bone, i mean. but it's probably not him because ex dude would never, ever scribble furiously in a journal. he was the type that aspired to that degree of coolness but never quite achieved it, mostly because he was anti-anything having to do with writing or even using words in ways that made sense and that kind of precluded the journaling bit.
alas, everyone else here is strangely normal. back to my paper.
posted by sarah at 6:43 PM
3 Comments:
Matching candy colored polo shirts...hmm. Interesting fraternity. What is your second favorite coffee shop, BTW (actually what's your favorite? Mine used to be Quackenbushes). I know a guy who made it a point to look like Bam-Bam...down to the clothing.
second favorite: flightpath (on 51st and duval st)
first favorite: the garden district (on south congress)
ya know, i never went to quackenbushes, and then they closed. i should have gone.
how'd the bam-bam thing work?
He had white hear and wore lots of animal print....I've never been to either coffee house. I used to like Spiderhouse, but lately it just doesn't seem to have the same amiance.
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