Well home-away-from-home sweet home-away-from-home again. I'm through running from the man....until next time I guess. I'm back at the apartment that I started at in Gainesville.
I drive back and forth all the time to the coffee making palace of love. I come home and the smell of the best part of waking up apparently is not only while you wake up but can follow you home until you go to sleep that night. It's funny how places like this train customers to be picky about their coffee. "Can I get a 1/2 decaf, 2 pump vanilla, nonfat, with whipped cream, mocha?" I always have the urge to tell them "no". And just stand there until they start crying because they can't have their coffee the way they want it. No i would never do that actually, but in my mind I laugh and laugh.
Well the sun hasn't had the chance to shine on my face today so I'm going to outside, read a book, smell things, listen to music, drink some (how ironic) coffee, because i'm off today and I'm going to do whatever the heck i want to do.
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