***Note, this is the second time I am writing this entry because stupid Internet Explorer shut down before I could publish the first one.
The fascist corporate coffee pimp has done it again. Today was such a beautiful day outside that I decided to take Iniki to the park. On the way I decided to go and get a coffee since I have somehow devolved into a surburbanite butthead. So I'm walking out of the store and fumbling for my keys when the lid pops off and SPLASH coffee everywhere. There was coffee running down the side of my car like a waterfall of polluted water, there was coffee on my pants (although not near the crotch so it didn't look like I had an accident), and coffee all over my hands (which are covered in sores thanks to the last time I was motivated enough to do yard work, and needless to say the coffee hit those sores and BURNED like a mother). So I clean up the mess with the environmentally friendly napkins (probably made by third world children for ten cents a week) and wash my hands and head to the park before Iniki has a puppy-sized aneurysm at the exciting prospect of actually leaving the house. Whilst driving I try to pick up the cup for a sip and off pops the top AGAIN, spilling all over my handbrake and drink holders. So in two-three days I expect some major mechanical malfunction because whatever bits and pieces make up my parking break are now covered in coffee/syrup goo. But despite Starbucks' and my bad charma with one another, I will probably be standing in line tomorrow morning ordering one of the few legal addictions I have. Maybe I should start drinking tea?
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