Morants

Monday rants...


It's just that day of the week and it''s already screwing up my day. Turning my attention to frivolous things.. frivolous as it may seem but sure making their presence felt everywhere... WTF am I talking about?

HIPSTER CAFES. Stretch after fucking stretch opening up and spreading like radioactive roaches into all parts of the island, killing off the old and poisoning the young. Really is that something for me to complain about? I mean whether I care to admit it or not... the cheap decor of many is actually kinda appealing.. Oh all the faux wabi sabi feel infused in them. Plywood scented furniture or musky cardboard steeped in our virile humidity as aroma from your artificially expensive hot latte or whatever waft towards the nostril.... Making folks pay more for less. Totally typical of our modern day chic culture.

Don't ask me for any foreign sounding phrase to spice up this post while trying to talk hip.. I really don't know or even try pretending to know. Never even been one to even learn those cool chic terms for food... I mean my friends are talking about Crème brûlée during last week's ride, honestly I have not an effing idea what it is even if I might have eaten it a dozen times or more.. Only made the connection that somehow a blow torch is involved at some point.

Oh wait... just realized it's Wednesday now... Yea I'm grumpy.. cos I don't have my usual home pack lunch box today.