July 23, 2011
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I came across this old xanga entry from a few summers ago.
i think this town needs a 24 hour diner. not the bright, clean steak-n-shake kind, but the dirty, little dank kind where everything is covered with a thin veil of stale cigarette smoke and the soup du jour is usually mushy vegetable soup. ...the kind of place where your waitress sits down at your table with a lit cigarette in her mouth and takes your order as though she were on break and refers to everyone as "hun".
i do believe that if there was one around here i would get in my crappy, little escort and drive straight there. right now. once there i would sip on some piping hot coffee (and i don't even like coffee) and pour my heart out on my laptop. i would also contemplate the usage of commas in my xanga entries ... they're so confusing.
i would do this, jammy pants and all. i know that some of you are stricken with the same affliction of not being able to sleep through the night so maybe we would run into each other here around 3 a.m. i'd let you sit at my table with me. i'd even put away my laptop as to engage in some middle-of-the-night, intelligent conversation with you. really, i would. 3 a.m. conversations usually end up being the best ones anyway.
nicole caulfield
diner
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