double espresso

most coffee shops have sub-par or only marginally tolerable poofy chairs.  the drive-thru starbucks has those ones that look really comfortable at first, but then you sit in them and they actually lean forward.  it's maddening.  but this chair is great.  it's a five-star poofy chair.  it's clean; soft, but not overly soft; and it has the right posture so that you don't feel like you'd rather slump down.  you can sit in it for least two hours and five minutes without wanting to get up or shift positions.

I've decided just now that this could be the perfect coffee shop.  half of it is the actual coffee, the WiFi, the furniture, the decor, the latin-esque music intermingling with trip hop... the stuff they consciously decided on and intended to do.  the other half of the awesomeness is the other stuff.  the atmosphere, you might say.  indicative of a good coffee shop is being able to go at any time and being likely to see people you know, with whom you don't have to fake being excited to see. I just ran into two old friends here.  and there's the floor-to-ceiling windows flung wide open to drink the cool summer evening air, letting several flies in to twist in a happy knot in the middle of the room.  I don't see it as unsanitary.  it's endearing more than anything.  

so I'll sit here for a while more and let the time pass.

are you really gonna publish that?

I'm sitting on a couch at the living room with Chris.  if you don't know why I would say "at" instead of "in," then you should go to the corner of 59th and El Cajon Blvd. [and whore yourself. The local pimp's name is Q-tip. Ask for him, he might take all your money, but atleast he doesn't slap a hoe.]  that was Chris' mischief while I was replying to a text.

anyway, the living room is what I always wanted to find in Seattle but never could.  it's a coffee shop open til the wee hours of the morning with free, not-overly-complicated-to-log-into wifi.  and it's cool.  Chris is currently sulking with one hand under his chin and the other touching his bloody vag.  now he's debating whether or not he's sulking.  (he is.)  (yes you are.)  (yes... you fucking are.)  (yes.  ok I'm done.)  (fine.  no you are.)

ok Chris is bored and distracting me.  what a terrible little blog post!  hopefully I'll have something real to say soon.  (maybe I will, Chris.)