so far i've i smashed my knee three times in the same place.
it's so funny- to see her everyday. make a little game out of hiding my face:
blank expression/pretending not to notice/feign surprise.

you know the girl.
sits behind formica tables in those chinese diners that sell breakfast for 3.95?
drinks their coffee because it's cheap. vindicates her artist soul.
i think it tastes like vinegar.