I'm not a Stalker

Really. But if your going to sit in front of me on the bus and go on your computer, I can't help if I can see the reflection in the window. Everything is backwards, anyway. And I'm pretty sure that your Facebook is in Korean or some other like language, so there's no chance I'm going to figure out what your writing. I'm just having fun watching you look at that picture of the cute girl, then scroll down, start writing something, delete it, repeat.

I think you've done this about 4 times now. Mister, let me give you a word of advice. Just tell her you think she's cute and move on. Seriously.



I have been doing some serious people watching lately (oh, you noticed?) My new favorite thing is going to Starbucks early in the morning, getting a iced/mocha/latte/frothed/milk/yes sugar please/caffeine whatever, and then finding a little out-of-the way table and sitting. And listening.

"Um, this is my Americano?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"I usually don't take it quite so thick..I guess I can take it home and put some hot water in it though."

"Does this have sugar in it? Because I CANNOT have sugar."

"I'd like a lo-fat, sugar-free, soymilk iced-latte, please."

(Really? REALLY? Where is the joy in drinking yummy, amazing coffee if you take out all the good stuff?)

I've had a good month so far.
Made it to the State Fair. . .

S'more on a stick.

Moved in.

oh. hello house plants.

Went to the Lake..

And got off the bus a few stops too early about 4 times now.

Maybe someday I'll learn.