I’m waiting for my scooter to be serviced. I’m at Java Centrale, an indie coffee shop on this traffic island at Fair Oaks and Manzanita.

I got coffee and a muffin, and I don’t particularly like coffee, so I’ve been staring it down.

Christen canceled for the rest of the week.

It’s a sobering thought that when your friends get into relationships, you automatically become #2. I do it too. I’m starting to feel really bitter.

All I can think of is this one A Softer World.

I’m the only one at this coffee shop. I like it. It’s like an island.

I find that comforting.

Been here for an hour, caught up on Engadget and TUAW. Let’s try Reddit. Okay, done with Reddit. It’s now eleven. I’m going to be late for work. Wonderful.

It’s time to listen to Garbage. And read my new favorite blog, Passive Agressive Notes.

Coffee is now room temperature. I wouldn’t mind waiting so long for my scooter, except for they’re billing me at $90 an hour. I need to walk over to WaMu and deposit a check my mom sent me to help out. $75, which I guess is nothing to scoff at.

Taylor (Paris Guy) isn’t online, but if he was, I’d send him this. ‘Cause it made me laugh out loud.