Alright, Focus

I just looked into my coffee cup and was disappointed that there was still coffee in there, actually disappointed. Which is awful because today, this is actually a good cup of coffee (yes I tried the needlessly bougie Starbucks Blonde, and yes, this is one of the only appropriate uses for the word bougie that I know of, don’t get me started on the false virtuosity of capitalism 2.0) and I should be relishing it rather than just hoping it will end so that I can go smoke.

Firecrotch

I hate talking about work because it’s so shallow. The boy invited me out on another one of his work outings tomorrow, at the same time that my academic friend wanted to talk about actual things of substance. What does it say about me that I’m going to cancel our discussion on structural chem to go sit around and watch the boy awkwardly talk about work at the bar instead of spend my time with someone who actually values me for an actual part (no one could handle the whole) of my personality? The boy hates how smart I am, it alienates him. He doesn’t even watch the news, I have no idea how someone could have their head so far up their ass.