13 posts tagged “coffee bean”
Seeing that a little boy named Will took the time to include the message "Meowhead" on his charity Christmas orniment at Coffee Bean. All the other kids just wrote their names. If "Meowhead" is something the kids are saying, I don't want to know. I'd like to think that Will came up with this on his own and that it has its own special meaning.
Will's parents should read my blog and know that other people appreciate the awesomeness that they created.
"Meowhead"! It fucking kills me!
So, not to play it like I’m the Patron Saint of Awesome or whatever, but this is the dollar I put aside for the homeless man outside my Coffee Bean today who was wearing a 3/4-length sleeved Ed Hardy shirt that was made for a teenage girl.
It’s too hot to be homeless and be dressed like an Armenian tourist.
You guys are never going to fucking believe what happened yesterday!
So I'm in the Wilshire/Western vicinity because ya know, that's my general area without giving any specifics away that would tempt internet crazies to narrow the field and then come find me and kill me. It's like 4pm and I'm dragging ass to go get ready for the theater so I stop in to Coffee Bean to get a latte. Not only do I normally not drink lattes because they are complete bullshit beverages, but I normally don't go to this location. I prefer the one at my local Ralphs. It's just a personal preference. That's the one that Glen works at. Glen was, for a small period of time, the only actual human contact I had before 8pm most days. I'd IM with Seth and the Defamer gang, but Glen was usually the only person who brought me to speak words out of my mouth. Believe it or not, I need about five hours of quiet time a day because talking and listening to other people can really drain the shit out of a broad like me. But Glen's a character. I always get a chuckle out of Glen.
ANYWAY, I'm buying my latte and thinking about how dumb the seasonal flavors always are and all preoccupied in my own universe when I hear "Hey! Molly!"
Dude. It's fucking Glen from Coffee Bean at ANOTHER Coffee Bean. Like, what are the fucking odds, right?!!? My mind was blown. Turns out the people Glen steals internet from moved out of his building, so now he's been taking his computer to this Bean location because they have free Wi-Fi. Fucking nuts, right!?!?! I think what you really have to think about is that he works at Coffee Bean, but not that Coffee Bean. He's hanging at another Bean! And what are the odds that I would stop at that Bean of all the Beans?
I took pictures:
Glen's looking at his finger because he said he hurt it jamming out on the bass Downtown the night before. That's why Glen cracks me up. You're gonna tell me that that doesn't make you laugh? I mean, maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was pretty priceless.
Outside my Coffee Bean this morning:
Environmentalist: Excuse me, Miss? Do you have a moment to talk about the environment?
Me: (keeps walking) Hells no! I don't even know him.
Cable and internet has been down in my hood all day which puts a serious cramp in my work situation. I'm writing from a Coffee Bean where I was forced to crouch in the corner for about 15 minutes. My bony ass was digging into the floor and I had this moment where I was thinking to myself "This is what turning into an adult has brought me to."
Desperately searching for invisible internet signals in the middle of a Los Angeles coffee shop, my fat-free ass acquainting itself with the cold hardness of a tiled floor. There are moments of adulthood that have made me re-experience childlike feelings of desperation and patheticness that I haven't felt since I actually was a helpless little girl. This is one of those moments.
Now I'm here in a wicker chair with my laptop keeping my legs warm. It's almost time to sign off and get ready to go to Harold night at UCB. I've waited all day for this last stretch of the work day, and now that it's here I am so relieved I could cry. Work was hard today. It was hard to keep going and make it seem like I didn't care. I wanted to throw a tantrum, stay in bed, do anything but keep trudging through my responsibilities like I do pretty loyally every. single. day. Sometimes you just want to throw in the towel and quit, but there's this little voice in the back of your head that's persistently saying "JUST KEEP GOING!" I realize that this is pretty childish complaining. Everyone has to work all day and there are certainly people who have it much worse than I do, but MAN am I tired today.
"They used to make this shampoo that had tequila in it and it was called Born Again. It was great, just really great stuff, but people at the church wouldn't buy it because of the name. I think that's just being too sensitive."
- A woman in a baby-pink blazer, sitting with her church group this morning at the Coffee Bean on Wilshire and Western
You know when you're super mondo busy and you have a ton of windows open on your desktop and you minimize your email to cross-reference something and at that moment someone decides to gchat you twenty times in a row and your computer makes that "CLUNK, CLUNK, CLUNK" gmail sound so loudly that it feels like a short, angry man with steel-tip boots is kicking you directly in the temple?
Perhaps it's the stress talking, but I believe that this is the sound I will hear right before I finally lose it and shoot up a Coffee Bean.
My Coffee Bean went from playing Paul Simon's Graceland on repeat to some Train album. I'm actually upset that I can identify the band who plays this horrible music.
Graceland has been my favorite album since I was two years old. My mom took me to see Simon on this album's tour. I can remember bopping on the shoulders of a family friend to the songs that had become familiar to me on rides to school and weekends in the sunny backyard. Each song stirs my soul and brings me back to a happier time in my life.
I can't say the same for Train. I just can't.
