tuesday withdrawals

Ever since I became an office boy I'm going through withdrawals…

My cafes are like nicotine. And I miss them. So much. I need them back in my life…

…So, now I'm that aimless guy with the new Mac in the corner, sipping on a tasse du cafe au lait; that artsy guy with the thick framed glasses who has internet in his apartment, but instead spends his time drawing artistic inspiration from real people in real life. That guy who is a bit of a local coffee shop snob and avoids Starbucks whenever possible. That guy that stops in to say hi to his favorite baristas and get a double shot-in-the-dark to go. With just a touch of cream. Maybe in a to-go mug…

I love you, dark roast. I love you, hipster baristas. I love you, free wifi. I love you, sustainable coffee mugs. I love you, dogs-in-cafes. I love you, caffeine high.

I love you, joy and warmth and indy iPod playlists and peace and calm and love and happiness and coffee.

I love you, cafes. I miss you.

Christmas Saturday

Well, Christmas has come and gone already. Brother and I stayed down here and celebrated together with PBR and Facebook Video Posts. It was a good time.

Also, big news: my computer came! And it's more beautiful than I could've ever hoped for.

I got clothes for Christmas, but not socks, which is good; however, I do need socks, so that probably wouldn't have been that bad of an idea. Oh well.

I cleaned my room, which is phenomenal.

Oh. And I got a parking ticket, which means I really live here now.

oh my december

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, Becca. Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah.

This is a brief update of the last, like, four weeks.

I got a job as an office boy. I'm sexually harassed, which is fun. And I'm really good at mailings. Also, I'm looking into workman's comp for paper cuts.

Additionally to that job, I met with the big boss and he gave me two big contract design jobs. Whoa.

So, consequently, I had to buy a new computer on Friday (along with an iPod, a printer and a mouse). It should all be here this week. Merry Christmas, Me.

This weekend, I saw Santa Claus. He was driving a bicycle cab and was clipped by the side of a bus. He was bleeding. Merry Christmas, boys & girls.

Then I got my pic taken with Santa. A different Santa. A not-bleeding Santa.

Also, let's see… Ugly Sweater Christmas Party was Saturday. And I forgot to eat dinner.

I had a theatre-gasm week… I went to Spring Awakening on a Tuesday, Our Town at NTC on Wednesday, and the opening night party for A Christmas Carol on Thursday. Hey, can't beat free food, wine and beer. After the Christmas Carol Party, I ended up underneath one of the theaters on a mini-mini-golf course. Words cannot describe it. Sorry. But it was phenomenal.

I went out with lesbians and they bought me French Toast. It was superb.

I also spent a day accidentally drinking all day. I bowled with a waitress from a bar near our apartment and her fiance.

I fell on the ice.

I slept with a horse.

I bought a desk.

I had brunch with some wonderful ladies.

I've been to the airport twice in two days.

And I ordered Internet for my apartment.

It's been a productive month.