Dear Diary,
Procrastination is addicting. Netflix too, is addicting. Those two do not go together, yet they mix on a daily basis. Ironic, huh?
I'm writing to you from Tully's Espresso today this Sunday afternoon. Bazaar for me, to be honest. I normally write to you at night, when my day has ended. Yet here I am, writing.
I was in the comfort of my home, watching Criminal Minds on Netflix, when I heard moaning from next door. My brother and that girlfriend of his hadbeen going at it for hours and headphones just aren't loud enough to cover up every cry of pleasure that came through my wall.
So to save myself from images of my brother going at it, I decided to hold on to the little innocence I had left by going to Tully's Espresso. They make the best green tea latte and chocolate lava cake.
Don't worry, I know I'm not risking seeing him by coming here on a Sunday. He normally comes here at 12:00 PM. It's 2:42PM right now.
YOU ARE READING
Her Diary
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