A (tall, dark and handsome) man just stormed in, shortly ordered a double americano, sat down and feverishly started drawing something.
What he's drawing, I can't quite make out (it is "under construction" at the moment) but I will be curious to see what it is once he's finished.
Do you think he was just sitting around somewhere and all of a sudden thought to himself, "I need coffee and my sketchbook. RIGHT. NOW."
He was on a mission to find a seat and start drawing.
When I write I don't drop everything and rush off. I wait. I formulate.
This must be why I don't consider myself an artist.
They're all so temperamental anyway.
I wonder, can you block bulletins of folk on Myspace without having to delete them as friends?
I'm sick of being fooled by a subject line that says something like, "Important!"
And when I open it, it says, "I need your opinion! Does my hair look better blond or brown?! I can't make a decision for myself and need the opinion of my peers to make myself feel acceptable to society! Help me!!111!11one"
Maybe I should just get some new friends.
Ah, the artist has finished; he found no inspiration in this particular coffee shop.
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