sunday latte x2

My eyes haven’t even opened on Sunday morning and I’m already thinking about getting my papercut riddled fingers on a vanilla latte. It’s not just the liquid in the cheap probably cancer-causing cups I crave, It’s the coffee shop itself.

I like standing in line at a coffee shop, people watching and listening to conversations. Medias res will always be my preferred way to begin a book or listen to a conversation that is none of my business. Drop me in the middle babes, I’ll figure it out.

I can’t think of a barista I haven’t wanted to hug. There is something so endearing about an alternative highschooler decked out in silver jewelry with messy, unbrushed hair. Work your magic girlfriend. Even better are the scary ones. There’s a girl who looks much like you would imagine a villain in a movie would - jet black hair and lime green eyebrows. Five face piercings, wearing only the blackest black and perfectly applied black lipstick. She has a look in her eyes that makes me afraid. She reminds me a bit of Shego from Kim Possible:

She’s gorgeous, and she recently told me that I am really pretty, so I’ll be thinking about that for probably the rest of my life. She makes a killer vanilla latte - I think it has much to do with the anger that courses through her porcelain veins. Teenage angst and coffee beans go together hand in hand, that’s why all the coffee shops hire highschoolers. I cannot imagine getting a latte from a well-adjusted, middle-aged woman. No thanks.

The coffee shop I am sitting at right now is packed with fancy bikers from MPLS who have just gotten out of the mine pits. Sitting next to me are a group of middle-aged men sweaty and covered in red dirt discussing interest rates on land purchases in the area (they’re all in the market for a ‘few acres to play on’). Sounds like they’re really going to start inquiring on land in the area after their busy season ends. They simply don’t have the time right now.

I have my vanilla latte in hand, ‘Eva’ written in big black letters across the side. Close enough. And now I am writing to you all - and I have so much to tell you.

You might be one of the few people who noticed that I didn’t post last week and have officially broken this New Year’s resolution only a month in. Am I disappointed? Very. Did I consider, when setting the resolution, the fact tax season would happen, and my mind would be much the same consistency as a slushie from Jan-April? No.

Now the goal is to ‘write as much as I can’ until tax season ends.

How is tax season going? I’m not an accountant so I’m not sitting and pounding on a 10-key all day, Thank God. Instead, I am answering phones and getting verbally abused by clients, sending faxes and making coffee (The clients aren’t all bad, but it would be a boring story if I focused on the sweethearts). I leave the office with papercuts, smelling of printer toner and feeling as if I had to talk to another person for the evening I could die.

I’m trying to wear cute outfits every day in the office, hopefully giving me a little boost for the day AND discouraging clients from being mad at me. This is how I imagine their internal monologue will go:

‘Jeez, I couldn’t possibly be mad at this 24 year old teenage girl over the IRS rejecting my e-file! She isn’t in charge of the IRS!! PLUS, look how cute her pencil skirt is! Paired with that vintage L.L. Bean sweater and those black leather booties?! I’m not even mad anymore,’

I’ll report back if this strategy works.

In other news, I offered to volunteer at church a few months ago and was put in charge of children. I am also shocked. I very much thought that they would ask me to stack chairs after Sunday service or vacuum. Instead, I am trying to get 13 little kids to listen to me, learn about Jesus, and not punch one another -

This has both opened my eyes to how awful some peoples’ kids are, and I’ve also met the most adorable little girl whom I wish I could keep for the rest of my life. I also now understand why the Bible talks about having ‘childlike faith’ Believing in God is so simple for them. Everything they’re thankful for is so simple. I just love their minds.

Last Sunday we made Thankfulness Rainbows - this was a HIT with the class.

I’ll show you all mine:

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I am absolutely delighted to report that I had a nice Valentine’s Day.

A very cute, very tall, very nice man (he has been dubbed as Mr. Party In the USA by some of my girlfriends, so I suppose that’s how I’ll be referring to him on here.) picked me up at 5:50 for beers and bar food and he got me flowers. How lovely is that??

“I think I definitely have a big crush on [Mr. Party In the USA],” I told a friend on Friday. To which they looked at me like I was the dumbest person in the room (I was at the time) and said “No, really?” Practically dripping with sarcasm.

I thought this was new information, but it appears everyone already knew.

He’s tall and funny so honestly what choice do I have but to like him?? my hands are tied!

Anywho, that’s all I have for you today - I am on my second latte and the adult biker men are now making dick jokes and laughing like maniacs so I must move on for the day.

flowers from Mr. Party In the USA.