Leather jacket and purse via H&M
A few weeks ago, I decided that maybe instead of buying a cup of watered down Starbucks coffee at school every day, which is almost the equivalent of buying packs of cigarettes, I thought that maybe I should make some in my hotel room. Today, I currently have an almost half empty jug of Arabic coffee from Trader Joe’s sitting in my fridge and have conformed into a more frequent coffee fanatic, or how some others like to call it: an addict.
This is probably the closest I’m going to get to an AA meeting but the cup I’m holding in the picture above is called a mouthful of French words I wish I could pronounce. It was apparently the first step to taking espresso shots like you would vodka on a good day.
The effects are both the same.
Also I did my first not-vlog here:
Photography by Randy Tran