Right now, I'm having a love affair with my hazelnut latté which, interestingly enough, smells like a man.
Much like my last post, I still have nothing to say. That's not going to stop me.
Yesterday I had some down time at school, so I went to the little café area and did some drawing. There was a scruffy, seedy looking man just sitting there, looking around, watching people. I was jealous. I'm always tempted to stare unashamedly at all the different kinds of people that go to our school. This guy was just shady enough that people accept it without question, whereas if I were to do it, I would loose friends.