sorry about all the coffee. sorry.
Dear Bridget,
Today I am drinking coffee and having a morning. It’s really really hot outside today in Georgia and really cold in this coffee shop. Coffee ship. A coffeeship sounds like a nice alternative to a coffee shop with coffee pots. Maybe I’m wrong. But pirate baristas? Could be a good thing. Wendy, my work buddy, always says that line cooks in restaurants are pirates. They can’t help it, that’s just how they are. I’m inclined to believe that she’s right.
I wrote a poem last night when I was laying in bed. I accidentally deleted half of it and then I had to re-write the ending but that was ok. I haven’t written a poem in a long time, not since I’ve graduated and had to look for jobs and houses so much. But now I have a job and hopefully soon I’ll have a place to live so that means maybe I’ll be able to write more things.
My drivers’ license is missing, as usual. All of my stuff is usually missing. I’ve begun to wonder about all the things that I have missing that I don’t know about.
I’m REALLY EXCITED about staying in a teepee wigwam with you. I think that is just the beeeees kneeeees. Yeah? Here’s my question: How do you feel about laundromats? Ok never mind I already know. Can we go to a laundromat together together this year? Ok GOOOOOD.
I love you more than I love Bruce Springsteen,
Love,
Anna
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