there is nothing-but-nothing that takes off the edge like a cup full of six ounces of liquor and some lemon juice and some Coke. i mean, 22 straight hours of driving is no match for a long-island iced tea with a little too much of everything in it.
i returned home to a bushel full of computer goodies, and i am only awaiting the other bushel of goodies in my friends home before everything is fully assembled. on the subject of coffee: i broke my 4-cup pot, but i am in full agreement with those who say "If you wanted a cup of cream and sugar, you should have ordered a cup of cream and sugar." i like my coffee black, like my heart. sometimes i'll tart it up with a dash of milk, but this is so rare that it's hardly worth mentioning. i just like the little color dance coffee does when it gets a dash of milk.
one thing is for sure: a viscious cold will only be aggravated by mountains and altitude changes. another thing is for sure: driving is a full-time job. all i have to say is, fucking montanna. and fucking south dakota.
oh, and minnesota should increase the intelligence of their Department of Transportation by hiring a couple of retarded six-year-olds.
oh, and thank you for returning, mike. i loved your analysis of starbucks clients. if youre nice to me, i will provide an analysis of Copyworks clients, as i will be working there by the end of this week.
me? i'm drunk. how are you?
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