roamingaround

It was a great night of radio, thanks to you. Now on to the big bad daytime hours...

Like Quentin Crisp, I live in cafes. It was much easier when one of my ex-flings worked at my favorite one, because he always gave me stuff for free and played music I liked. Now that I've been away for a while, I fell out of the loop and then returned to a whole new batch of employees and a new cashier system that makes it impossible to take a few bucks off here and there. So I've resorted to limiting myself to beverages, and hoping for refills.

If someone asked me what I love so much about cafes I couldn't even give a proper answer. There's no good reason to waste time and money sitting on my ass all day, reading newspapers and having bizarre conversations and drinking cup after cup of mediocre coffee, which I can ill afford.

All the same, I'm due at the one down the street in twenty minutes. Quick, quick: tell me something you hate yourself for loving!!