I’m wasting time downtown at True Love and listening to Saint Etienne. I didn’t get any coffee, the person working here isn’t around the register. Fuck this place. All the people I liked that worked here quit, except for the guy that always writes the name of that Liza Minelli movie on all my drinks.

Me: “You don’t know who Eminem is? You are hopelessly out of date with pop culture”

My mom: “That’s why I had you”

It’s really cold out, and I’m regretting coming outside, there’s no outlets. My mom is talking about karaoke songs…it’s weird.

My hands are cold, and I have two and a half hours until Zero gets downtown. I’m feeling really apathetic about this party, which I think is a healthy attitude. Looking forward to things is a mistake. Especially things put on by flaky people.

I think once I’m done on the phone I’m going to go to Naked. Maybe. Or that place on 15th. Meh. I have coffee shop apathy.

Hm.