February 3, 2012

with an hour to kill

so I decided to go for a coffee but both Second Cup and Starbucks were packed to the tits

and I experienced the weirdness of a person who walks into a coffee shop, looks around, and leaves

it's like being some sort of coolness terrorist

like I'm impeding on everyone's good time by being awkward



which I probably was

so I went to American Apparel

since it's just up the street

and was reminded why I never attempt to wear spandex

because no matter how often I've been hitting the gym

it still makes my skin look like a lizard woman

and not in a sexy Halloween way

so, naturally, I found myself here

in the tradition of my ancestors before me

who trolled the moors and beat up the Irish

in a dark pub with loud music

drinking a beer and writing

like the good British lass that I am

can't deny your heritage, I guess.