hi coach van t. nguyen!

8:35 in the am and i am having cheese puffs for breakfast. after i told myself literally 5min before walking into the office that today would be day one of healthier eating habits. who can resist a bag of cheese puffs just laying on the table, free for the taking? come on.

i was on public transit for 6 hours of my life yesterday.
i saw a teenage boy reading a self-help book by Alcoholics Anonymous.
i saw a teenage girl in a high school uniform, maybe 15 or 16, maybe 7 or 8 months pregnant.
i saw an older gentleman with the most ridiculously ugly toupee. it looked like a wet, dead animal sitting atop his head. it was so horrible.
i saw a very handsome man in a very handsome suit gaze lovingly at his significant other with a slight smile on his lips as she sat reading the morning paper, for their entire bus ride. i could actually feel his love for her. it was the sweetest thing.
as i was reading the economist i glanced up and saw another asian lady reading the exact same article.

august has been an absolutely overwhelming, busy, exhausting, on-the-go, work-filled month, full of challenges and struggles and an ALL-NIGHTER post college/grad school (illegal?!) and, most of all, heapfuls of blessings.

i am more than ready for it to be september.

when nouns are used as verbs, everyone has more fun!

"and an extra shot of espresso, please."
"you'd like to moose it?"
"excuse me?"
"you'd like to moose your coffee?"
< hm >
"yes. yes i would."


for a similar experience, visit your local caribou coffee today!

tonight in the midst of an almost unbearably frustrating moment i walked by a mcdonald's and got a vanilla soft serve cone

and it was soooo good.

plus, it was half the cost of yesterday's cone!

tonight i had a vanilla soft serve cone from mcdonald's

and it was soooo good.

still

"the intangible"

homeless in D-18

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reporting live from the office on a saturday morning

i actually really enjoy working on saturdays. the quiet early morning ride on an empty train, walking through downtown without any tourists or office folks pushing along beside me. the sense of purpose and satisfaction in knowing that i'm up early to do meaningful work that i love. and i never feel guilty about getting myself a little treat when i've gotten up at 6:30a to work on the weekend; a too-sweet iced vanilla latte from starbucks, or hash browns from mcdonalds (have yet to indulge in that one, but it is a constant daydream. constant.)

if only working on saturday didn't mean foregoing so many other highly enjoyable things =_=