i'm sitting at starbucks alone . i have no friends ( they're either sick , working , dead or dying ) and my family has forsaken me ( well , not really ; but i like to be melodramatic. people rarely are anymore ) . i am sitting here in the sweltering heat feeling dionnie's frustration at the lack of power sockets at starbucks . but i understand that if i were a proprietor that sold coffee to cheapo folks who sponge off me by buying a cup of my over-priced beverages and staying for 4 hours , i wouldn't want to pay for the electricity use that they chock up even if it promises me their continued patronage . then again , death to starbucks because my battery is almost dead and i've got nothing to do after my mac dies .

there's a cute man-man ( i mean old with ghetto glasses and the mannerisms of an ah - pek to the max ) reading a book that's wrapped in LV paper . how bloody awesome is that .

i'm kind of cheesed off that i've got so many bloody errands to run on some days and absolutely nothing to on other days . i need to learn to spread out my activities so i'm not such a major chucky-chesse-stuffed-loser .

my zen tea ( i don't even know what these snazzy names are for ) is running on empty and so is my battery . adios amigos , till next time .

xoxoxoxoxo ,

soho in an unsightly sticky mess .