My name is Jesse, I'm twenty, and I spend my time writing, drinking tea, and giggling at Martin Freeman's face.
How about a nice cuppa? Perhaps you could put away your harpoon.
there was a dude that had the same build and facial structure as Matt Bomer but then he turned around all the way and I realized it wasn’t him and was sad but it wasn’t that disappointing because I WAS ABLE TO MISTAKE HIM FOR MATT BOMER
the barista guy actually heard my order AND my name (YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW RARE THAT IS. They ALWAYS make me repeat myself and I’m like “DUDE I am NOT THAT QUIET”)
there was a man in the corner looking over a script and highlighting stuff and I was jelly of his job
people kept giving me looks and once I stopped being self conscious I was like ALRIGHT!
every other order was “soy” something, I am serious.
going to Starbucks in LA is so different than going to them here, man.