Coffeehouse Contemplations.

Sometimes there are days where I just can't stop writing. I think I literally wrote like six or seven different entries/blogs/journals/whatever-ya-want-to-call-thems today. Here I am again at 3:30 in the morning telling you about what kind of epiphany I had here in the 303 (Hot Box Studios, to be specific).

So a friend of mine gave me a link to his gf's blog today. I left it open for probably six-ish hours before I finally found room in my mental capacity to fully reap its benefits. I wonder if people find it weird that I, a stranger, read about their daily lives (me representing all the "you"s who do the same, maybe even to me, who you don't know). Well, that's what I was thinking while reading her blog, but I genuinely found it interesting. I mean, it's a niche blog. That's what I like to call them at least. Kind of like this one, except with more structure. DIYs, fashion, travel, and beginning your new life. Those are the typical niche blogs.
Other than the actual content, I mean to say what I found interesting was her tone of voice. I find tone of voice to be the most interesting of all writing. I would call myself somewhere along the lines of dark, sarcastic, and cut-throat, with a hint of realism and ambiguity. A mess, if you will (I hate the word hodge-podge, so don't even think it).

Anyway, sensing her tone made me wish I could just be happy and fun and enthusiastic in my writing. I don't think there is ever a moment when I am, and the closest I'll get is when I'm being sarcastically humorous (at least in my head I think I'm funny. Don't know if anyone else gets me).

Other than that, I just came back from Bardo Coffeehouse (it closes at 4 on Fri-Sat). I was sitting on a plushy green couch, next to a dim table lamp, drinking jasmine tea and writing an entry on my laptop in a dreamy room.
Here, let me show you.

Looks like someone's living room. That's how amazing this coffeehouse is.