#222.
Bahaha, two two two.

Anyway. Just now I was told that I was being a pessimistic retard (or other) and that I should blog more optimistically. Stars, just letting you know this is gonna suck, cause pessimistic blogging is TOTALLY my thing.

So I blogged earlier today about rocking up to mother's cafe to be and about how shit it was just bumming on the couch for three hours. What I failed to mention was that there was a hot guy just outside the cafe sitting drinking his mocha. (Stars, this is gay and I blame it on you.) Pretty much just sat there staring at the gorgeous being for ten minutes before he threw out his mocha and left. I missed him buying the mocha. When he did he would've been no more than three metres away from me, and that would have been a lovely chance to look at him up close, because I didn't have my glasses on me.
Omg I sound like the biggest creeper. Oh wait, yeah cause I am.
Yeah. So in two weeks time the cafe will officially be ours and I hope he comes back and I hope the we can be friends and we can skip through flowery fields underneath rainbows and beautiful sunshine.


Stars. Happy? That was homo.

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