the answer is cappuccino

its weird. it seems like im constantly fealing with people sicker than me, more awkward than me, more depressed than me. sure im in this weird pms hell and feel like i dont have my shit together. im stressed from work. im contemplating the meaning of life. my life. your life. law and order life. i have some seriously good intentions, but i hear that doesnt mean much if you dont take action. my neighbors are so fucking loud. i was mailed diet pills for the people who lived here before me. im up. im down. im fast. im slow. ive made progress. i am not perfect. what is the world coming to? who am i? today i spent the last part of my day writing about if good housekeeping was a jelly belly flavor which one would they be and why? i live to be creative but not fucking useless. why are my neighbors so fucking loud? can i call the cops? theyre not going to come anyway.