Me at Einstein Bagles: Can I get a large chai?
Clerk: What kind of milk?
Me: (going out on a limb) Do you have rice?
Clerk: We have 2 % and skim.
Me: L Not even soy?
Clerk: Blank stare
10 minutes later
Me: (drinking and thinks to self) This chai is worse than Starbucks.
Oh well. You can get hummus here. That is a plus I suppose. And I got the corner table so I could plug in the laptop and pine for the cute people walking by (right now: funny little kid learning to walk with crutches and old skool adidas black and whites walking with his dad)
Note to self: Do not bring red-necks to eat Indian food. Comments like, That looks like shit, like a baby crapped on a plate does not bode well with employees nor to my anger management.
Dont you love how my problems have no problems in them?
Today Im reviewing a CD by Tim Oxley called Its All About Love. Maybe I like it just because you have to capitalize all the words in the title. Perhaps it is just the idea of emo (sorry, someone please come up with a better, more concise word and Ill use it) putting me in a happy mood. This other one, They Ate Themselves by The Robot Ate Me was just a bit too heavy so Ill put it off til next week.
There really is nothing like sitting down for a few hours with a CD and writing everything you feel about it; its such an intimate experience. Even the sour ones help you understand something even if its only to appreciate the ones you like.
The thing Ive learned over the past few months: there are two kinds of music 1. Honest 2. Big fat liars who try and fool you into thinking they are honest. This could really be said for people too.
Clerk: What kind of milk?
Me: (going out on a limb) Do you have rice?
Clerk: We have 2 % and skim.
Me: L Not even soy?
Clerk: Blank stare
10 minutes later
Me: (drinking and thinks to self) This chai is worse than Starbucks.
Oh well. You can get hummus here. That is a plus I suppose. And I got the corner table so I could plug in the laptop and pine for the cute people walking by (right now: funny little kid learning to walk with crutches and old skool adidas black and whites walking with his dad)
Note to self: Do not bring red-necks to eat Indian food. Comments like, That looks like shit, like a baby crapped on a plate does not bode well with employees nor to my anger management.
Dont you love how my problems have no problems in them?
Today Im reviewing a CD by Tim Oxley called Its All About Love. Maybe I like it just because you have to capitalize all the words in the title. Perhaps it is just the idea of emo (sorry, someone please come up with a better, more concise word and Ill use it) putting me in a happy mood. This other one, They Ate Themselves by The Robot Ate Me was just a bit too heavy so Ill put it off til next week.
There really is nothing like sitting down for a few hours with a CD and writing everything you feel about it; its such an intimate experience. Even the sour ones help you understand something even if its only to appreciate the ones you like.
The thing Ive learned over the past few months: there are two kinds of music 1. Honest 2. Big fat liars who try and fool you into thinking they are honest. This could really be said for people too.
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Thank you for the great conversation last night. You're amazing. Oh and the cute emails that made me blush today
I hope you had a great day at work!
Talk to you soon....