Entry 4: My coffee has gone cold. It was crap, office coffee. But still. I can think of nothing. Maybe because it is only 9:30 a.m. and already, I am procrastinating. The coffee is cold. Outside it is pouring. I texted Noah about an hour ago and asked him to pick me up on his way through town. He never texted back. Since this snubb, however, I have come to terms with it and decided I will become a Buddhist. That way, even if I drown, I will go to a place filled with giant, bald, happy men asking you to rub their belly and promising good luck.
And if that doesn’t work out, I’m going to live with the Amish. I will ride in a cart and buggy, I will wear simple clothes, and every night I will sneak out to the nearest Starbucks to update you. Because I’m considerate like that.
However, I’d get tired of it. My back up plan? Well I don’t have one because it’s either Buddhism or drowning. Unless Noah decides to come chill for a bit. It’s whatever.
On a side note: I’ve discovered this fabulous thing called “Coffee and Cake for Brekkie” a.k.a. CCB. My stomach is about ready to twist itself into a noose and shoot through my belly button. I’m excited. It’ll be like a reverse moment of the Matrix! Remember, the bug they put inside of him and when he was rescued by Trinity, they sucked it out with a vacuum thing that look like a penis pump? This one:
How’s that mental picture working for ya? I’ll leave now.