As you're lying there drifting off to sleep

I'm going to write about Karl. Because he says I probably don't want him to read my blog because of all the nasty stuff I've said about him in the past. I plan to prove him right.

I don't like the thought that boys weight less than me. So, according to Karl, it turns out that we both weigh nothing. Now I can't be all girly and whimper about my thighs being too fat...

We walked past these gangsta cars playing crap....actually it was kind of catchy crap. They were parked right outside the doors of Tim Horton’s. Yeah you guys rock. Way to hang out in a parking lot and blast your fab music in front of trailor-trash-coffee-ville. So we walked into Tim's and I was immediately blinded by the florescent lights and the harsh decor bits of the coffee shop.

"Oh god it’s the same girl who served us last time,” I whispered to Karl. "It's like we're regulars here. This is embarrassing."

He gave me an agreeing nod and we walked 1/4 confidently and 3/4 sheepishly to the front and ordered our stuff.

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Last time I ordered two bottles of spring water and some peppermint tea.

"Spring water? Do we serve that?" the server said and looked at the menu above her head. "Oh yeah, I guess we do. No one has called it spring water before."

After I felt snobby for ordering spring water and after she told me her theory about boyfriends and how they should pay for everything - resulting in lower crime rates and an overall better world - we left.
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We both ordered and then walked back to his car and he played the music that I said, over the phone, sounded like a dying cat, but only over the phone - it sounded good in person. After that I marked the fogged up windows with my hands and feet and talked about the weather.