At Starbucks. Why do I do this to myself? I curse them, but I should Be cursing me. […]
Coffee
So much I want to write about from day, to how it started to more on those gossiping […]
so I have no choice but to ingest a noisy sbux right along with the 3shot moch’… ugh, […]
This morning with an interesting start, me already with two cups under my belt and a third on […]
50-some seconds over hour marker. Beginning to tire of this seat but I’m going to follow my own […]
Finally I can write. New page, and 18 minutes to fill it and post— tireless writer tired of […]
I should be working on an application to something, for something, but I’m not going to. NOPE NOPE […]
I’m on the floor listening to spoken word beats, imagining myself reciting on stage across country, world, seas, […]
“Okay…” Even with the incredibly slow line here at Starbucks, I stay afire. Blazing rhythm about my character […]
Farmers sbux. Can’t remember the last time I wrote here. Remodeled now, some older lady sitting down the […]