30 July 2013

the dregs - jäägid


In a café, where everyone is speaking aloud, why is it so odd and discouraged for me to speak aloud myself?

Oh, that's right—because I'm alone at my table, save for my trusty white-framed, glowy screen buddy (not sure if it'd be over the line to call it a "bro"...no, it would), and the dregs of a pot of Earl Grey. That's why.

Got to love the lance-free freelancing lifestyle! Or else.

Buzz, buzz.

(tuesdaydisdat - teisipäev - вторник)

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