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a b o u t m e


My name is Anna.
I am 21.
I live in Ohio.
Muse.




c o n t a c t
email: trueslyth@gmail.com,
msn: verisimility@hotmail.com
twitter: asfridr, facebook,
deviantart: verisimility
c u r r e n t
Listening: Tokio Hotel
Watching: Heroes, Dexter, Supernatural,
Atlantis, Sarah Connor, True Blood
Reading: House of Night Series by PC & Kristin Cast





Friday, September 26, 2008
10:41 PM

It feels so good to be back here at Cup O' Joe. I've got Pandora on a Ludwig van Beethoven channel blasting loudly, the smell of the steaming Ginseng Peppermint tea we bought is wafting to my nostrils in comforting waves, and I'm once again back in familiar and comfortable atmospheres.

I don't know why I can't write at Jim's - whether it's the stifling vibes [which we could have made because we believed our situation to be trapping us], the fact that I have to sit in a freaking kitchen to be on my computer, or just the very fact of our situation - I just can't do it for some reason.

But here...my hands are in seventh heaven. I'm writing and I'm describing and I'm just flowing like I haven't in a long long while. It's freeing.

Today Mandy and I were heading out to the Easton Barnes and Noble...ick. But for some reason, Mandy turns to me in the car right before starting it and asks me right out of nowhere in a querilous tone, "Do you want to go to the Lennox?". I don't really know where she got this idea in her head, but we needed it like a fish on land needs to be back in the sea.

I desperately am craving a muffin and a nice hot foamy drink from a coffee shop, sitting down with it, reading and typing a bit. I'm determined that my place will have only the most tempting and delicious baked goods. Nothing consumer-laden like even my favourite coffee shops have. I'll have regular and addicted customers coming in for small chat and a croissant with a caffeine laden drink before going in to the work grind. I'll have students and artsy young adults packed into my comfy little nooks and crannies, gaining appreciation for the freshly made with love coffees and cookies in their hands. Our expectations for service and atmosphere will rise so much when I'm able to open up my shop.

I've come to realize that even if I have a billion dollars I still want to give back to people. I want to show them what they're missing, sitting back and letting anyone just relax...

If I don't stop here I'll keep on blabbing. That could be a good or bad thing. xD Sometimes I just have so much to talk about don't know where to start, so I don't. I get overwhelmed.



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