Sitting in a coffee shop in downtown Chicago doing my history homework and drinking overpriced but still tasty coffee, surrounded by pretentious douchebags with macbooks and fashion-oriented scarves despite the fact that it's in the high 70's pretending to write screenplays and really just checking the missed connection section of craigslist every 5 minutes while discussing how much they'd love to suck Kurt Vonnegut and Henry David Thoreau's dicks simultaneously.

Right now in my head Mike Patton is repeatedly stabbing Elliot Smith's vampire heart with a wooden stake covered in jizz. It eases the pain.

I only read that whole thing 'cuz we're friends.

I wonder if you are at the Starbucks Ryan and I went to when we saw Dream Theater...

It's not a Starbucks. Starbucks is way too corporate for these hippies/hipsters/hip-whatevers/beatnicks.

Plus you were in the loop, I'm up in the Gold Coast.

Some dude in a torn up suit with perfectly cared for beaded dreadlocks and lensless glasses just walked in and said very loudly "FINALLY, someone who understands that Italian Neo-realism could never measure up to French New-wave", and now I'm going to punch him.

Watching the movie version of Beowulf and wondering how they got away with turning it into such a steaming pile of shit, which is so very much unrelated to the epic in oh so many ways...

Marveling at my new computer...watching "Michael Jackson's last days".

Marveling at my new computer...watching "Michael Jackson's last days".

read a bit of faust on ma bed <3

now eatin cereal and gonna watch some RASSLIN'

Some dude in a torn up suit with perfectly cared for beaded dreadlocks and lensless glasses just walked in and said very loudly "FINALLY, someone who understands that Italian Neo-realism could never measure up to French New-wave", and now I'm going to punch him.

I may have to steal that to use as my sig.

Some dude in a torn up suit with perfectly cared for beaded dreadlocks and lensless glasses just walked in and said very loudly "FINALLY, someone who understands that Italian Neo-realism could never measure up to French New-wave", and now I'm going to punch him.

I may have to steal that to use as my sig.

What if i say "go ahead" and take the illegal thrill out of it?

Some dude in a torn up suit with perfectly cared for beaded dreadlocks and lensless glasses just walked in and said very loudly "FINALLY, someone who understands that Italian Neo-realism could never measure up to French New-wave", and now I'm going to punch him.

I may have to steal that to use as my sig.

What if i say "go ahead" and take the illegal thrill out of it?

oh no u wouldnt

Some dude in a torn up suit with perfectly cared for beaded dreadlocks and lensless glasses just walked in and said very loudly "FINALLY, someone who understands that Italian Neo-realism could never measure up to French New-wave", and now I'm going to punch him.

I may have to steal that to use as my sig.

What if i say "go ahead" and take the illegal thrill out of it?

I'd incorporate your reply. It gets more post-modern with every twist.

Coffeeshops are de facto full of douchebags. They serve a hundred varieties of coffee based on milk, for fuck's sake. Gallons of milky frothy gack... it's a short hop from there to full-on infantilism and adult diapers.
Coffee should be served in crucibles, look like bitumen and taste like bowel cancer. All else is douchebaggity.

I'd incorporate your reply. It gets more post-modern with every twist.

OH! That would perfectly fit their skewed definition of irony.

Coffee shops themselves aren't bad. The one I was in Sunday was full of douchebags, but I stopped by one for an hour yesterday, and I was the youngest person there by about 35 years (I'm 21). I'm about to go to one now to get my homework done, so we'll see how it works out.

Now if you'll excuse me, they're making a movie of Don Quixote, and I have to have finished the book before it comes out, otherwise I'm square.

I stopped by one for an hour yesterday, and I was the youngest person there by about 35 years (I'm 21). I'm about to go to one now to get my homework done, so we'll see how it works out.

You like being surrounded by quinquagenarians to do your homework? Well, whatever smokes your tyres.

Now if you'll excuse me, they're making a movie of Don Quixote, and I have to have finished the book before it comes out, otherwise I'm square.

*spoiler* The windmills win.

Don't forget to temper your Cervantes with sufficient cerveza.

Dude, about this coffee shop talk:

http://www.yelp.com

Search "coffee shops free wifi wrigleyville" on here. There's like 20 coffee shops all within the same 2 square miles of each other, and each one has reviews commenting on how they have free wifi, a "scarcity" in Chicago coffee shops, and how the atmosphere is that of a college coffee shop from back in the day, which is apparently also a scarcity.

Shoot me in the eye.

Dude, about this coffee shop talk:

http://www.yelp.com

Search "coffee shops free wifi wrigleyville" on here. There's like 20 coffee shops all within the same 2 square miles of each other, and each one has reviews commenting on how they have free wifi, a "scarcity" in Chicago coffee shops, and how the atmosphere is that of a college coffee shop from back in the day, which is apparently also a scarcity.

Shoot me in the eye.

Well they need to stand out somehow right?!

Hah! I live in a town of less than 2 square miles, half of which is protected national monument, the rest of which is... witchcraft, crystals and esoteric bookshops.

I'm in one right now. The bad news is that the coffee was shit, but the good news is I got it for free with my hip(pie/ster) flirting skills.

Which consists of being at least moderately good looking and knowing the band they're playing over the speakers is Placebo.