The birds hopping outside look like they’re having more fun than I am. Although I really am just sitting inside my Starbucks, trying not to continuously glance at the elder man a few tables away. I only like watching him because when certain types of music start to play, he and I seem to both give our own private jigs to them.
It is a good thing I have my warm drink since I chose the seat right by the door. I only did, though, because I wanted to give my tablet a try today and it decided to not have any battery this morning and there’s a plug near me if I need it. I still wonder why I kept this, since I never use it. You are rarely used, you are hardly on, you are always plugged in, so why would you be empty? I want you to show me that you were not a waste of my money, there was a point of my purchase. Even though I have thousands of dollars laying of others around my house worth of things that I know I do not need or use. So I apologize to you, tablet, if I ever just make you sit and collect your dust.
I need those creative bugs flittering inside my head to let lose upon these pages. They come out too fast upon a pen and paper, so that is the point of a key board. My fingers can keep up, even though I need to stop correcting my mistakes as soon as I notice them. YOU CAn COM BACK TO USF!
Is it wrong to be a little thankful that a date I was supposed to have today cancelled on me? I was having doubts about meeting him. I usually don’t have a problem going to meet my potential Romeos, but this one was not sending me his vibes. The internet can send them to me. I have this gift. I have no problem with the speed dating, the singles mingles or going for my hunt at the bar, but he was just sending me the way more desperate than I am potential. So, now, I can just do my usual “pretend I never got your email” ditch thing. I know; I’m so polite. Whatever.
Now I can continue to sit on my couch to enjoy my new addiction; British television. Those English I never knew have their humor. I always thought of them as the proper type, never the ones to come with these senses of wit. But, no. They have it in them. I guess they are the same as us on the other side of the world. Sarcastic and rude. Makes me like them a little more. I’ll still always want Harry more than William, though.