Starbucks Stream of Consciousness

I’m afraid to buy a laptop because I fear it will rob me of my cafe worktime. If I could get schoolwork done at home I would never go into Stabucks, Peet’s, et al. But I have no self-control from surfing the internet or checking my email a thousand times or playing videogames from 1993. So, I’ll continue to visit Starbucks with just a notebook, paper and pen to correct assignments, lesson plan and write blog entries like this one.

Goddamn, this is one good-looking chick standing right here. Are those sweats? I guess so. Womens’ sweats don’t seem to look all bulky like mens’ sweats. They must be made of something other than cotton. Interesting how I always see females studying at Starbucks. Cal State is obviously right nearby so it makes sense, but I rarely see guys out here. Heh, maybe that’s my real reason for coming down to Starbucks but, honestly, it has never crossed my mind before. God, I want to grab that girl’s breast. Not both, mind you…just one of them. What person would actually do that to a stranger in a coffee shop and how did he become that way? Fuck, I need to seriously change my “single” status. It has nothing to do with getting some (stop lying, yes it does), but it’s like I have no one to talk to. It’s like my longtime friends and I are so set in our conventions and ways of being around each other that aren’t terribly deep and it may be awkward and difficult to change. And the newer acquaintances…or anyone else…who knows? It just takes time to trust one another, I suppose. Just gotta get someone with whom I can relax and enjoy whatever at any given time. Yes, I will get right on that.

Fuck, I need to practice writing. This took me, like, an hour. And now I’m sick of being at Starbucks and I haven’t gotten any work done. Will people find this post entertaining or whiny or both? I think I’ll return to this one again. Nice and new.