I like coffee
After I typed the title for this entry, I was struck with the feeling that an entry entitled “I like coffee” wouldn’t really be that interesting.
Not that I’m trying to be interesting.
But Garrett, if you aren’t trying to be interesting, why do you write in a pretentious journal about sleeping diagonally, beating your clothes, and buoyant Cocoa Puffs?
Hey, you italicized, motives-questioning fool. You mind your own damn business and I will continue to write here!!!
Today, I went to class, ate at the Blind Pig (wings and fries are so good there) and then played tennis with Heather. We didn’t play for very long, and it may have been due to the fact that I don’t play tennis very well.
’s how it goes, I suppose…
Currently I am
eating: a mini York peppermint patty
drinking: coffee from my Fox News mug
listening to: Groove Salad on SOMAFM.com
There is precisely 1 dish within arm’s reach needing to be put in the dishwasher. Although… I guess the mug counts because I finished my coffee. Does it count? I may get more coffee, but if I don’t, it’s just a mug without a cause, sitting on my desk, smelling worse and worse as the water evaporates out leaving a milky mocha-colored splotch on the bottom of the mug that looks wet, but is actually just sticky.
I’m just gonna get some more coffee now.
Current Messiness Percentage of my room:
60%