My gran has taken over the place for this week. This means that everything, and I mean eeeverything, is somehow "seasoned" with olive oil. It's terrible. I've come up with various excuses for not being able to eat the stuff but slowly she's started to nag and hold lectures on how it was in her days. Rahhhh get me out of this shit hole!
I need a biiig cup of coffee, even better if it's with amaretto or grand marnier, makes the whole thing tastier. I'm going to move into an apartment over a coffee shop someday, it would be the ideal place for me to stay. Seriously. Fresh coffee in the morning with a fruit yogurt, fresh coffee in the afternoon with a cookie, and fresh coffee in the evening with a piece of apricot pie. All I need to live happily. Damn I'm hungry now. What to do? I guess I'll go out and bully some starbucks-employee.
God I hate ordering stuff at starbucks (as much as I love the place), they ask too many questions. If I say I want a cappuccino, I mean a cappuccino - I don't give a camel's arse about chocolate topping or the color of my sugar or if the beans are Cuban or... whatever. Give me a damn coffee, is all I want, jeez. Go fuck a moose, bitch.
So yeah. Cheers.
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