2:33 pm @ Starbucks at Beverly & Robertson in BH
This isn't as easy/fun without the caffeine but as that Russian kid with the video cover letter said a dozen years ago 'Impossible is nothing'. Note however, that he did not get the job.
I thought the people here would be better looking. Also, I expected to hear more English among my fellow patrons. It isn't that a large proportion of the patrons are non-English speakers. It's that foreign must be yelled at this Starbucks. Yelling in foreign creates a sense of importance and urgency that politely spoken English just can't convey. Pointing and gesturing aids this. But for Christsake they are sitting 20 feet away and all I can hear is them. What topic of conversation warrants this? Is there something that these wizards could be discussing upon which finding out what it is I would not want to kill them.
It is tough to say music is underrated but silence certainly is. From the time I wake until I am completely alone, I feel like my ears are being raped and sadly the BH Sbux is no exception...Does the fact that I hope terrible things befall the foreign yellers make me a terrible person? I hope they die. Soon. I don't hate them as much as I hate the person who invented the alert which sounds when a truck backs up (or when a garbage truck does anything). I'd wish torture on that beast or team. Seems like a team decision to do something that shitty. A commission of overpaid government safety consultants.
She has a nice set of cans for an Asian. Despite having spent months traveling throughout Asia, I'm ashamed to say that I can't usually tell what kind of Asian I'm looking at. I'd like to think she was Korean. I'd also like to think that she will come back and ask me to...well ...
I hate all men in LA wearing fidoras. Particularly if it is an attention grabbing color and being warn by an old man. I've decided this extends beyond LA - I mean, why shouldn't it? This is an international ban. As you consider this I think you'll find it firm but fair. The only instance of forebearance would be if the hat is being worn for heat in a dire situation where the owner is facing hypothermia. Actually I take it back - the ban is international with no exceptions.
I wonder if I would yell foreign if I could speak it. The ideal foreign to yell originates in the Middle East. Or Asia though of course this will not be the case in 2027 once GA (general Asian) is adopted throughout the region (sounds like a mix of Chinese, Thai and someone strangtling young goat). Sometimes we need to explore hypocricy or in this case potential hypocracy. I'm confident that if a fidora truck broke down in front of my apartment and a massive gust of wind blew 50 of the finest fidoras into my apartment I wouldn't ever wear one. But would I yell foreign at Starbucks? I'm not going to learn just to see but...I'd like to think I'd spit it at only a slightly above average volume (which is where I tend to operate).
Evidently I am very sensitive to fashion I will only be happy once the entire universe is sporting my exact outfit - Vneck T with either board shorts or jeans. Everything should be purchased on sale.
I really do want to punch the guy wearing the fidora more than the normal amount. Evidently there is a normal amount I would like to punch everybody and then there is the amount I would like to punch him, which is greater, far greater.
This doesn't seem that gay for West Hollywood. Evidently there is a straight part and I'm in it. I just thought I was in Beverly Hills. This is actually a pretty good location except for only having one bathroom and being super fucking far. Maybe I just like the outdoor outlet for the laptop. Actually the girls here are considerably worse looking than in Malibu.
What is the most depressing human life form in the developed world? Is it the drug addled, mentally ill vagrant who is shunned by society and ultimately takes on a beastly form? Or...is it the woman who is both morbidly obese and incredibly ugly? She is also ignored but probably hated more than the aforementioned homeless person. Or..is it me?