Beach and Hyde

The time is 08:31 on a gray Saturday morning, and I am writing to you from the Starbucks on Hyde and Beach streets again. This place is growing on me. I might have seen this dude from my work here…but I also was half wondering if I would see him down here so maybe it is all in my head. We have never met each other, so I wouldn’t know, that’s what I am getting at. He’s high up the food chain. I am one step above “dinner of fish” and he is one step below “killer of fish.”

Shynar keeps asking me if I have printed any shirts yet. I am getting there! I feel like no one asks me that question more than she does, and I suppose that’s a good thing. Keeping me accountable or whatever. She has also stated that it might not be a good idea to buy $1000 worth of shirts on my first run, in case I don’t like the quality of the prints or something. I am not any closer to printing these shirts than I was several months ago, to be real about it, but I do have a better idea of where I need to be.

When I showed up here today my plan was to work on an ASMR article, and then I opened up YouTube on my phone and started scrolling through to see what I could find. So many nuances that irk me to the core, and then I don’t accomplish but these, the words that you read.

I am proud to say that I didn’t order any caffeine today. I just got one of these Purple Bowl’s that they sell. Some sort of acai thing. I get down; I wayyy liked the one they had last month better. UGHH but you know what? I am thinking about ordering caffeine now. I could order any Starbucks drink that I wanted, you know? I’ve just been sticking with the espresso because, well, that’s how I get down. If you read this blog however, then you will know that coffee makes me sweat, and although that is something I am used to, I try to minimize this affect. I decided not to order an espresso today. Yet, here I sit, lowkey wishing I had some coffee. I got so much shit on my mind…and the number one thing I need to help me get to where I want to be in life is a better place to live. I have, again, pushed that to the back burner for a little bit as I try and save up money whilst simultaneously indulging in the rigmarole that modernday society has to offer me as an adult who doesn’t drink alcohol. The time is 08:58 and I am…bored? I am not quite sure that bored is the word. I am distracted, and I have only gotten this done lol. Gonna post this…and then move onto something new for the day.

Spark Twain

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