Drinking lemon chamomile tea at Kaldi's and waiting for Michelle. It's a tired Sunday. I got a lot of work done yesterday and now I don't feel like doing anything.

I overheard this girl in the caf talking about how people are jealous of her because she never does anything bad.

My eggs at brunch are always disappoiting. From the way they cook eggs you would think that making fried eggs is horrendously difficult, which it's not. I judge people based off of food so much. It's not really about what they eat as the quality of what they eat. This comes out in my poems a lot.