Still here at the cafe--I suppose I should rightfully call it a coffeeshop. Anyway, the CPC (cuties per capita) quotient is awfully low in this state. I'm two blocks from the University of Delaware. Surely there should be more hotties walking by. (Granted, it's spring break, and kind of gray and wet outside, but, come on, wet and cold cuties are still welcome.)
Plus, I've finally inched above 900 words.
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I daresay you add to the cutie factor of the coffeeshop. Who's getting distracted by you, I wonder?
And: What's the cuties/words ratio for you?
Sadly, when I'm at a coffeeshop, I'm usually looking grim and determined (or giddy and giggling if I'm looking at ANTM recaps). If I had my way, all the tables would be overflowing with cuties (can you tell that Matthew is out of town?). I bet my word count would rise, since when I'd look up from my screen, instead of flicking over to YouTube, I'd rather be entranced by said cutie. Cutie as muse. Alas... Delaware.
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