Well, I’m in a foul fucking mood today. I woke up feeling chipper, then chipper grew wings, flew away, and a foul black cloud took its place. Is there something I’ve obsessed about doing wrong, or felt guilty about, or felt like a failure for? Yes, there are multitudes of each of these and guess what? They’re all running rampant down the pathways of my mind right now.
WTF, chipper feeling?!?!? Why didst thou flitterest away?? ARGH!
So. Because I am nothing if not determined to call myself a writer, I ungraciously packed my stuff and headed to one of my less-frequented coffee shops. BIG MISTAKE. Here’s a tip: If you’re in the throes of unwarrented black moodiness, GO TO A PLACE WHERE THEY KNOW YOU. If you do that, you won’t get the wrong crappy latte while knowing they have no interest in fixing in for you.
Seriously. What reasonable coffee shop puts ONE SHOT in a 12 oz latte?!! ARGHHHH!! It’s not even about the caffeine. A one shot 12 oz latte tastes like sweetened milk, not a latte. GROSS. Plus – they don’t have 12 oz cups, so they put 16 oz worth of milk in there, and DIDN’T REMOVE THE FOAM. So I’m basically drinking a very expensive milk steamer. ARGH!!!
I swear to whatever deities give a sh*t, I haven’t used this many capital letters in the last eight years. THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.