What the fuck? I know that when I left the house this afternoon my sock was inj some kind of passible shape. Now I come back and there is a huge (actually 2) hole in it. It's not like I was being hard on it either. Just get on the bus, get off the bus, sit in the coffeeshop and do spreadsheets.
On the other hand, my stamps came in the mail. (Yes, I order my stamps online. I am a huge dork.) Buckminster Fucking Fuller! Yesh! That has got to be the coolest shit I have ever seen that wasn't on SG. The John Wayne ones are okay too. I always get really motivated when I get new stamps. Just write, write, write. (I do that anyway, but whatever...)
The barista at the "alternate" coffee shop said that she traveled for Xmas and saw "lungo" (my drink, hence the little red cup
) on a menu board for the first time. Kinda flippantly, I said "musta been in Alaska, huh?" (I grew up in Anchorage and learned my mad espresso skilz there.) I didn't expect that she would actually say "yes!"
So we shot the shit for awile. I do so love "coffee talk."
Everyone: Check out/join cosyne's coffee/tea group! C'mon you know you want to.
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Sorry. My car got towed while I was at my friend's house and he played GC Drill Land for a good four hours straight while I waited for my Western Union to go through....the nightmares still haunt me.