Happy Independence Day!
Every morning, I drink a cup of strong black coffee, except when I’m at my parents’ house. They buy light coffee and brew it light.
So, during my breaks from school, I have sweetened coffee-flavored milk for breakfast.
Once when I was in Fremont, a barista claimed to be “anti- latte art”. I’m not even sure what that means, but I think she was probably just lazy because latte art is the best.
Almost every day when I was in high school, I used to order vanilla lattes after school, usually with an everything bagel with cream cheese. I would spend most of the afternoon doing homework or reading in coffee shops around my school until my dad picked me up. Coffee is probably the one drug I could never give up. If you cut me open, I’d probably bleed out coffee. Don’t be alarmed, though; it just proves I’m Seattle-bred and truly American.
A photo set in honor of my bf’s now dead rose-colored 1992 Geo Prizm (RIP). I’ve been missing the freedom of having access to a car all the time. It’s such a pain in the butt to rely on other people for rides– to go to the grocery store, or out to that restaurant a little too far to walk, or to the city for the weekend. Most of all though I miss this:
And check out this photo set by Erica Segovia on Rookie Mag (click the picture). I was really inspired by the nostalgia of it — “The kind of day when you don’t want to get called inside for dinner” — and the models are fantastic, especially the little one. I wish this is how I spent my days…