Finally, after being inundated with hockey and work and parties, I get a chance to update this thing.
The other day I was at my favorite coffee establishment - the only reason I'm there is because of the promotion they run as I had sworn off purchasing coffee this year - when I got stuck behind some girl who couldn't decide what to order. You know the type - designer sunglasses, designer dog, too skinny to hold onto, SUV driving, stuck up, daddy's little girl type - when she was holding up the line debating what to get. I mean how hard is it to order coffee? That's why I rarely, and reluctantly if I do, purchase my coffee from the pretentious Seattle-based coffee pusher. I mean they started this stupidity in the first place.
I just want my coffee.
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in defense of the coffee pusher...i do love my gande extra hot latte..in fact...maybe i'll treat myself to one before work this afternoon
mmmm....now I'M thinking of getting my fabulouso double-short-non-fat-no-foam-no-whip-cinnamon-dolce-latte.....mmmm looove it...
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