It’s interesting sitting in a Starbucks on a Sunday. You get all sorts.

Firstly, you get a big bunch of old Uncles who layan Tazo Iced Tea, talking about sweet young things and dirty politicians. Which is interesting because I swear I overheard one of them talking about their friend who is going out with a 17 year old girl named Strawberry. All said while munching away on home-brought longans. Wtf.

Then you have the college student who is obviously in the closet but refuses to admit he likes cock due to his friends pseudo-machoness. That same idiot tripped over my wire. Probably because he was eyeing one of the old men nearby. “Hrm. How do prunes taste like I wonder?”

Sigh. I’m annoyed. And my battery is running out. And I will leave it at that.