It's about to become unbearably hot in my fair city - very likely by tomorrow. This will bring about more headaches [migraine episode today] and a bitch-osity of me that is very rarely seen. With each passing year I become more and more angry with summer and more fond of winter. True, summer has lots of interesting things like baseball and maybe roller coasters or something. Therefore, I have to be proactive in developing strategies to deal with the oncoming onslaught of humidity and insane heat and the push/pull of summer social things.
Without shame, I dig Starbucks. I mean, I guess I'm still a little ashamed, but I really like Starbucks - just the regular coffee drinks and sometimes a Chai Soy Latte and lots of delicious treats, too. However, obviously right now is not the time for hot coffee. I was, however, spurned onwards to Starbucks on West Queen West today after being called a hipster on the bus. To prove that I'm no hipster [and perhaps signifying that I am a douchebag with a laptop] I drank an iced coffee from Starbucks. Just regular coffee, served ice cold...with ice. And apparently some gigantic and fat straw that made me feel terribly self-conscious and Freudian. Joseph recalls that one of his first experiences with coffee was when he stayed @ a friend's house when he was little and his parents had a big jug of coffee in the fridge and he thought it was fan-tastic [however until he met me, he did not drink coffee]. It really is beyond tasty. This particular cup of iced goodness was my reward for a job well done for The Power Plant [delivery girl again] and also caused my heart to race like cra-zay and prevent me from sleeping until around 3:30am - so, in conclusion - good times.
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