Starbucks Mornings & Smiths Nights

I seem to have settled into a rather pleasant routine with Charlotte. After a night out we crawl out of bed around noon the next day and go to Starbucks or some cafe for brunch and overpriced coffee. We talk about lots of things, but mostly about how we haven't met any decent guys. It's our standard complaint. No boys no boys no boys, no nice boys.
If only we had real problems to whine about. But we don't.

We listen to the Smiths. Who articulate our woes a little bit perfectly:

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

I prefer listening to the Smiths than cramming into a club with bad music.

Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And dont go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you

And thanks to my musical influence Char, we're going to see Morrissey in May!!

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now


I think I love her just a little bit