coffee

This street is lined with houses of varying hues of pink. First we have the salmon-colored one. Then the cotton candy one. We'll call the third one dusty rose. It's almost as if cotton candy house went first, which either inspired or infuriated the homeowners to the left and right. Regardless, this is no coincidence.

I'm really enjoying working in an office setting.

I think there are a lot of things that we're afraid of "looking like": a creep, a dork, like we're stuffed into a piece of slightly-too-small clothing, a criminal; I could go on forever. Me? I dread looking like a tourist.