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The last time I went to the starbucks near my work, a long receipt printed up, offering a free beverage in exchange for filling out an online survey. I happily obliged, and completed the survey, using my best artistic license to describe my experiences at this Starbucks. Today, I took the coupon code, good for a free beverage, over to the starbucks. I asked the kind barista how the deal worked, and she read the fine print and said "basically anything you want." I rambled off random things until my mind cleared of coffee house trivia. My order ended up being: A Venti, Mocha Frappuchino extra caramel with an extra shot of espresso poured in...not blended... topped with light chocolate whipped creme with both chocolate and caramel drizzles on the top. I don't go into starbucks often...I prefer tea and I have loads at my desk, so I was suprised when the girl didn't ask my name. I knew her name: Mikala, because she is a pretty girl who unforgettably sings loudly as she works and has a smile that lights up a room, but I couldn't believe she had remembered my name from months ago, when last I saw her at the *bucks. When I picked up my monstrous and mind-expanding beverage, I checked to see what she had put as my name. I smiled as I left the store, because it read "HEART ATTACK." Tags: random, starbucks, sugary caffeine bomb
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My mom alwasy said that a gentleman should always carry cash and a handkerchief. I have ever since. Things I carry that most people don't: Handkerchief, Cash, Knife, Lipbalm, Atomizer with my cologne in it, Ibuprophen. Things I carry that others probably do: Keys, Wallet, Cell phone, a pen, a little booklet for notes. Weird stuff I have on me all the time: Razor, needle and thread, secret stash of cash, nail clippers, tiny phillips head and regular screwdrivers, a LED flashlight, my grandfather's dogtag, a pouch with 10 golden US $1 coins in it. I have so much stuff in my pants (heh) that I "count" to make sure I have my standard 13 items with me: Front Left pocket: 1. ID Wallet 2. Kleenex 3. Cell phone Front Right pocket: 4. Keys 5. Cash holder (holds the ibuprophen, atomizer and nail clippers too) 6. Pouch with 10 $1 coins Tiny jeans pocket 7. Lip Balm 8. Tiny knife/tool Back Right Pocket 9. Pocketknife 10. Tiny paper booklet Back Left Pocket 11. Handkerchief 12. Comb 13. Pen Dude...I think I'm obsessive compulsive. I need a purse. Tags: things carried, writer's block
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So, I got a flu/cold sick in SF somehow...so sick that I couldn't make it to work, couldn't fly to Tultapec with the best people I know for the best vacation of my life, and could barely keep up the strength to like...breathe. Funny story: On Tuesday night, I was in serious sick pathetic mode, and coughing, so Bon and I went and got me a Jamba Juice (Strawberry Something) and some Robitussin. I was driking the Jamba and then took a standard (non orbital) amount of Robitussin, when my stomach started to HURT. I ran upstairs, started puking up the Jamba and Robitussin cocktail so hard that I bit my tongue really bad. 1) Headache with total nose congestion...couldn't breathe out the nose. 2) Vomiting cherry and Strawberry combination uber tummy-smoothie...couldn't breathe out the mouth. 3) Bleeding from the face while trying to catch breaths in between purges. FOR THE WIN! It says something strange about me that at the time, I thought only two things: "This is hilariously coincidental." "My kingdom for my camera." Tags: cursed sick blood strawberry cherry robi Current Location: work Current Mood: sick
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