So I sit down at the coffeeshop and plug my big-ass Toshiba into the wall, not even paying attention to the abundance of tiny, svelte Mac’s. I’m ready to blog. Here I am world, love me! Or just give me a lot of money, I can buy the loneliness away. What?
About two minutes into the experience, the girl who had previously been sitting at the table comes back. Apparently she wasn’t done. So being the stubborn yet helpful person that I am, suggest she just join me at the tiny table, cause I’m not moving. Bitches be blogging all up in here! She seems hesitant at first. I give her an encouraging smile. Go on, we can share. I guess that’s all it takes, cause she is my new best friend right now. And I must say, her vocal stylings to the Mariah Carey song playing right now are pretty good. I’m glad I serve as a comforting and familiar beacon for complete strangers, because right now, RIGHT AS I TYPE, with our laptops pressing back-to-back, she is discussing her sinus issues, her crazy roommmate, how she’s a singer yet still has to play a Bart station for change, the healing properties of honey. I make sympathetic, yet distracted clucking noises. There, there. She tells me about her business. Did I know that she is a feng-shui fairy? She shows me her website; even magikal healers need advertising revenue these days.
You know what would be weird? If she were blogging about me AT THIS VERY SAME MOMENT
