A Starbucks scene and my brain.

haha man, I'm at starbucks right and I was free shaking a few teaspoons worth of sugar granules into my cap right, when I'm bumped from behind by a lady so large I could make an infinite amount of jokes about as I'm at the starbucks on cowcross street (guessing she was meeting some friends, maybe a few hundred head of them) sending the entire sugar shaker into my coffee. I panicked, envisioned by flashes of humiliation and redness so I put my hand in the scolding hot beverage and pulled the ship wrecked sugar vessel out of it's brewed sea of beans and milk. As soon as i had it in my hand I panicked even further, more reaction then decision, like I was holding a fucking live snake or something threw it straight in the bin. I stared down at it for a millisecond and wiped the froth on my hand on my pants and headed for the exit, except I didn't have a takeaway cup and the risk of being chased down the street for the mug I veered down to the additional seating area. Holy fuck in the space of 5 seconds it happened. And when I saw my coffee down stairs, about half of it's original quantity, I burst out laughing. I then thought fuck I'm by myself so I grabbed my phone (Yes I have one now) and pretended to be laughing at a gag on the line. woah, was I red. I completely avoided detection for it and it didn't taste too bad, I mean it was a little sweet, but it could have been a lot worse considering it housed the whole sugar servings of starbucks at one point in it's life. I'm pretty indifferent about the whole situation as it happened in snap, but you need to take everything that makes you laugh and smile so I was glad that pillow women gave me that shove. Something I wasn't indifferent about was losing to Danny last night in Fifa. He was as baked a batch of betty crockers and shaking a bottle of glennfidich 'saying not bad barney' (Wednesday night standard) and still managed to beat me. I couldn't sleep, I think my sleep patterns were being tangled by terror encoded potentials of Gervinho slotting dribblers at the 90th. I haven't really spoken too much about my housemates. Danny has become one of my best mates and Emma (who we call mum) is the greatest. I can't explain things like this too well. Like how much I appreciate others. All I can say is I love them both and I know I will be at one of the saddest times I've had saying goodbye to them. Mum (Em) cooked us a mean roast on sunday night to conclude lads day, (beer and football) which was great. Was a pretty strong bird. She really cooks a homely meal that girl, and she is the reason solely why I haven't yet gotten scurvy over here. I really appreciate it when Em cooks me a meal. yep we love ol' Em too bits. On another note I'm meeting up for a drink tomorrow with a girl, which I'm looking forward to. She seemed really nice when I met her and I hope I don't drop any shakers in my drink haha. Anyway I have to do my old sign off which is I have to go to work and all. I'm not too worried about it to be honest. Lukas is in today, and Lukas is the dude, and it's his shout tonight so I will have a couple and it will be all gravy as Patty Nix would say. ahh I shouldn't say that, now I'm going to be missing Patty Nix all night. Alright see ya, over and out.