01/05/2005 8:25pm Starbucks Glorietta 4

Just saw a lesbian couple kiss. Smacked, not really kissed. I’m seated beside three women who probably are theatre students. They’ve had four tall frappucinos. Now, I hear a 24-hour deadline…land lady…losing a job…Are they talking about a friend? Oh. The “friend” is a waiter.

Enough.

My coffee has a peculiar taste. Oh yeah. I sprinkled cinnamon. Not a bad concoction. This is my third cup for the day. And by far, the largest. I ordered a Grande.

The three women…they probably are talking about a script they are doing for their thesis? Aaargh! I hope someone invents a “gossip filtering” device. Or an anti-eavesdropping gadget.

Nice…the guy bartender wears short pants to work. Cool. It should probably stop him from boiling into a brew himself since he works in a coffee shop. That was suppose to be a joke.

He is late. Again. But of course, there is a valid reason for this…he has work and I have none.