I wonder if it's sketchy for me to be drinking chocolate soy milk that expired on February first. It was unopened before today and I'm not dead yet. Lookin' good so far.
The ornamental cherry trees are beginning to bloom. With the sole exception of autumn, I seem to love only the transition phases between seasons rather than the season itself. Fall, however, is without a doubt my "favourite" season- if we're picking favourites. Which, incidentally, we are.
A woman almost started crying while she was scratching lottery tickets at the counter last night at work. She kept saying something to the effect of, "Pray for me! Pray for prosperity!".. and then she'd scratch a ticket, lose, and another wrinkle would develop on her forehead.
This just in: I hate everyone who treats me like shit when I don't know what the ass your stupid fucking lottery lingo is supposed to mean. Especially when you mumble what you want while looking at your shoes.
"Givemesixlinesonthe649withnoextraactuallyyeswithanextratwice".
Sure, I could do that, or I could tell you to go fuck yourself until you give me the time of day before demanding what you want from me. I am not a robot, but I sometimes feel like I should be speaking in goddamn binary when I'm at work. Like, fuck.
I'm all talk.
...
I really don't mind my job, you know.
The ornamental cherry trees are beginning to bloom. With the sole exception of autumn, I seem to love only the transition phases between seasons rather than the season itself. Fall, however, is without a doubt my "favourite" season- if we're picking favourites. Which, incidentally, we are.
A woman almost started crying while she was scratching lottery tickets at the counter last night at work. She kept saying something to the effect of, "Pray for me! Pray for prosperity!".. and then she'd scratch a ticket, lose, and another wrinkle would develop on her forehead.
This just in: I hate everyone who treats me like shit when I don't know what the ass your stupid fucking lottery lingo is supposed to mean. Especially when you mumble what you want while looking at your shoes.
"Givemesixlinesonthe649withnoextraactuallyyeswithanextratwice".
Sure, I could do that, or I could tell you to go fuck yourself until you give me the time of day before demanding what you want from me. I am not a robot, but I sometimes feel like I should be speaking in goddamn binary when I'm at work. Like, fuck.
I'm all talk.
...
I really don't mind my job, you know.
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"We're doin' it again folks - it's Black History Month and the Urban Wine Network is putting on another wine tasting party for Black folks (and other folks) who love good wine, good food and good company.
"This time we'll be tasting wines made from the one of the most important of the Black Grape varieties - Zinfandel! Extra points to those who bring a Zin from a Black-owned winery."
As it happened, this tasting was at the house of a buddy of mine, so I got invited.
When I first arrived, I thought it would be pretty pretentious, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. I saw a guy that I knew from Kansas that I hadn't seen for years, and several of his friends from KS were there as well. They happened to be friends of the roomate of my buddy, and therefore also got the default invitation.
The winna? Coyote Creek Vineyard Paso Robles Zinfandel (14.2%); 1999: Med.color; bit alcoholic light blackberry/ jammy bit earthy/chalky nose. My contribution wasn't as good, but frankly, as it didn't get opened until 11:30, nobody cared.
or at least that's what I thought
uh oh....
*runs to bathrooM*