Argh, what asshole posts about being sick so much - you don't wanna hear that! You want to hear glorious tales of awesome and adventure; I just wanted an excuse to type Dead Milkmen lyrics.
Today however, I have adventure and intrigue to explicate.
I crossed 5th ave this morning to my favorite coffee shop, dropped $2 in the can and filled my cup with the thickest, strongest concotion this side of Istanbul.
One sip - something seems amiss. What is this!? Did some lazy slapdick walk down the block to the Mobil station to fill the carafe instead of brewing that sweet house blend I've come to love and NEED
?
Fighting the urge to leap across the counter, grab said slapdick by the apron and demand he fix my coffee in a fit of caffiene-withdrawled rage, I see the sign - "we've started roasting our own coffee! Yay! blah blah.... we've changed your coffee that you love to some cheaper kind that we make a larger markup on."
Which is fine, but in this town if you serve shitty coffee, you won't be serving coffee for long. I'm going to 4th ave tomorrow - they're one street better any way.
*note: my Spanish buddy ana let her account lapse until she finished her exams; in the meantime she has gone pink! When she returns it will be not unlike coming back to the table after using the restroom to find that your steak tartar has arrived in your absence... except with less raw beef and more your boobs on the Internet.
Today however, I have adventure and intrigue to explicate.
I crossed 5th ave this morning to my favorite coffee shop, dropped $2 in the can and filled my cup with the thickest, strongest concotion this side of Istanbul.
One sip - something seems amiss. What is this!? Did some lazy slapdick walk down the block to the Mobil station to fill the carafe instead of brewing that sweet house blend I've come to love and NEED
?
Fighting the urge to leap across the counter, grab said slapdick by the apron and demand he fix my coffee in a fit of caffiene-withdrawled rage, I see the sign - "we've started roasting our own coffee! Yay! blah blah.... we've changed your coffee that you love to some cheaper kind that we make a larger markup on."
Which is fine, but in this town if you serve shitty coffee, you won't be serving coffee for long. I'm going to 4th ave tomorrow - they're one street better any way.
*note: my Spanish buddy ana let her account lapse until she finished her exams; in the meantime she has gone pink! When she returns it will be not unlike coming back to the table after using the restroom to find that your steak tartar has arrived in your absence... except with less raw beef and more your boobs on the Internet.
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clara:
You mean you just haven't earned it yet, baby?
clara:
I'll tell you why-hi-hi-hi-hiiiiii, but you wouldn't believe me-e-e-e...