you know...
sometimes the smallest, simplest things around here remind me that despite its faults, this really is MY town.
first and foremost, everyone should note that I am particularly happy because, for the first time since (four...six...carry the two...) MONDAY, I have consumed 20 oz. of the sweetest nectar of the gods, aka White Mocha Latte w/ an extra shot. The only thing that has me miffed is the girl at the counter @ MSJ asked--and I kid you not--"An extra shot of what?" "Of ESPRESSO, you stupid little s***," I so badly wished I could reply (hadn't had the coffee at that point, yaknow). But seriously, what do you think I want, EXTRA chocolate? Christ. She's new. Remember that time I was laid off, and supposed to get picked back up in the summer when they needed extra help again? Hm. Apparently THEY DON'T. The worst part is, despite bad business practices, I am ADDICTED to their delicious drinks, even when they ARE poorly made by ignorant little incompetents.
But anyway. Let us return to the happy place. While walking Obi this morning, and again when coming home from Main Street Java, I was pleased to be reminded that around Souderton, I know the shortcuts, the back ways, the alleys and side streets. You can't just walk up Main and down Broad to get home from Java, you have to cut through the theater parking lot, wave to Trish through the Tilly Mint's window, and get your feet wet in the Wile Ave Park's dewy grass before walking the rest of the way home, whether that's shorter or not. But it's not just stuff like that--it's knowing that the guy on the corner with the screened in porch loves Outkast and Gnarls Barkley, and thanking your Barista by name at the Java, and taking comfort in seeing the theater director's car in the parking lot, knowing that a great show's starting soon. (Reefer Madness! Kyaaa!)
Little things, you know. Simple Pleasures. Which only seem to show themselves when I'm caffeinated. Bummer.
I've missed them, though.
[Currently Listening to: Into the Sunshine by Julia Nunes]
Wheels...
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Rolling through the seasons. Never enough hours in the day to accomplish
the endless list of tasks I have scrolling in my head. As my good friend
David Jer...
11 years ago
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