via iPhone

a cold venti iced starbucks coffee, one of their very freshly done low fat blueberry muffins, a tall glass of chilled water, a nice firmly rolled up old holdborn cig and a tiny pink item. briefly, there layed ahead of me the makings of a pleasant 9 minutes.

Onze minutes plus tard,

lamenting on the unfortunate fact, that QuickTime messages-in-the-bottle cannot be popped open on the iPhone.

oh look, there’s a couple kissing a few meters away from me, under the scorching late noon sun. They have the same kind of hair as each other, but different sunglasses.