Monday, September 15, 2003
there's nothing quite as sexy...
i swing a left to the dunkin' donuts. i'm in the mood for iced coffee and a spiced pumpkin donut. i look at my watch again and then back to the line forming outside the doors of the building i have class at. i stand there for several seconds considering that coffee may indeed be more important than a good seat in my adv. fiction writing class, but instead i play the good girl and turn around for class.
in the corner by the wall, there's a man with a starbucks cup. i think to myself he's spotted a treasure on the ground and is mystified by his twinkling radiance when he starts putting his finger down his throat and vomiting all over himself. i turn my head, suddenly finding myself with no appetite.
¶ 10:19 PM
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i swing a left to the dunkin' donuts. i'm in the mood for iced coffee and a spiced pumpkin donut. i look at my watch again and then back to the line forming outside the doors of the building i have class at. i stand there for several seconds considering that coffee may indeed be more important than a good seat in my adv. fiction writing class, but instead i play the good girl and turn around for class.
in the corner by the wall, there's a man with a starbucks cup. i think to myself he's spotted a treasure on the ground and is mystified by his twinkling radiance when he starts putting his finger down his throat and vomiting all over himself. i turn my head, suddenly finding myself with no appetite.
¶ 10:19 PM
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