I can't remember her name. She told me when she moved in, but I've forgotten. The girl who lives above me, the one who came home early one morning and apologized to me for no reason? This morning, at 6:04 am while I was outside on the patio reading, a man turned up the stairs to her apartment. He bid me good morning. He left 40 minutes later. At 7:12 am, the woman I saw leaving last week came down the stairs, followed by a giant dude with a shaved and tattooed head. I am SO curious about what goes on there, but I'm afraid I really wouldn't like to know.
This afternoon I went to Starbucks. I don't go often because they're spendy and they've monopolized the coffee business and most of the time I just want black coffee. Part of our Thanksgiving tradition, though, is going to Mom's Target and Starbucks on Black Friday. This year we made it to Target but not to Starbucks, nor did we make it to Starbucks on Saturday, as we said we would on the way to the Deer Valley Goodwill. I have a gift card smoldering in my pocket so today, after buying spray paint and water marbles at JoAnn, I pulled up to the drive-thru at Starbucks. Usually I get some kind of blended iced vanilla chai thing. At the orderboard I was distracted by all the holiday drinks and opted for a white chocolate peppermint mocha, grande. One thing I will say for Starbucks: the employees are always uber-friendly. After ordering from the chirpy counterperson I pulled forward slightly, plugged in my ipod, and started a game of solitaire while listening to the White S...
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