I'm in another Starbucks, without my phone. Like, I can't even go to Kohl's because I only ever use my Kohl's coupons on my phone and I forgot it and Squid really wants a new Disney nightgown and my whole life is going down the toilet today.
BUT PEETA AND BRUE ARE IN HERE. RIGHT NOW.
Peeta might actually have a Jhutch dye job, but I think his hair is naturally dirty blond. Blue eyes, though. And he's broad as a freaking truck. He's with a posse of guys, all of whom look military. And he's wearing painters jeans, complete with hammer loop.
He's a Java Chip frap drinker, too. Who knew? And he actually wears a watch. How refreshing. Considering he's all of twenty. Do you think they still teach kids how to tell time?
Meanwhile, Brue-eque is sitting at another table, his Mac, ear buds in, and drinking an ice water. The guy uses product in his hair, and he's cuter than Rob Lowe.
They are both wearing black t-shirts. This once again proves my Matrix Effect of black t-shirt hotness.
I've got to get out of beta. Evidently, I just sit around Starbucks and leer at younger men. It's an exhausting hobby. And yes, I promise to bring my cell phone next time.
