Lincoln Espresso Live Blogging

boss: what's in the coffee pot, on the counter, by the bags of coffee?
me: (goes to check) cigarettes.
boss: make me a tall mocha. hot.

customer: what can I get for 73 cents?
me: nothing.


customer: grande latte.
me: (makes order) here you go! here's your change!
customer: thanks. (drives off)

customer: tall coffee please!
me: (makes order) here you go!
customer: thank you! (puts a quarter in the tip jar)

customer: tall mocha with caramel and whip.
me: (makes order) here you are, here's your change
customer: thanks. (drives off)


dear mr. grande mocha:
i greatly appreciate the 73 cent tip. it has raised my total to nearly a dollar this morning.

I hate

wearing pants

this is a mockery of liveblog.

what is a liveblog, definitively?

oh relatives. oh i am sort of drunken
and full so full. i didn't really like the celebration roast.
everything else was good. i am excited for tomorrow.

man now we have to do the whole socializing thing and maybe go on a walk together when i just wanna nap and/or stare at the great makeup job i did.

wah-wah :/

Thanksgiving liveblog.

It is impossible to sleep past 7:30 in my parents' house. More precisely, it is impossible to sleep more than an hour past when my mom wakes up. This is usually 7ish, but this morning was 6ish. Hence a wake up time for me that is usually only possible if A. I have School or B. I have Work. Sometimes not even then.

I have had to clean parts of this house I no longer live in, which is and was always sort of frustrating; but I put on Jens Lekman and somehow dancing became mopping and/or clearing off surfaces. As it often does. As it often does.

We have, already, four pies and a large peach crisp. Pumpkin, pumpkin, apple-pecan, apple-pecan, organic whipped cream. And I finally got to try some of that fried ice cream (the flavor not the spectacle) and it was: decent.

I ate the hottest cheese ever last night (pepper jack on steroids), and while semi-inebriated and slicing towards my finger (unsurprisingly) cut myself. Picture later of waterlogged finger after band aid removal this morning.
It's pretty gross and/or cool looking.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING CELEBRATION ROAST.

oh - OH! people so angry so many angry people
and unintelligent at that
i'm unsure of the proper vocabulary term
of the proper way to describe
this uninformed rage against othered groups

i just can't love you all when you're spouting that way
so i just log out and listen to wolf parade

still concern
but really
please
just cool your jets

do a little dance if it's still in you

maybe we should go back to living in tribes




there are problems in every solution

A person

generally
grows hair

on some parts
of the body.

Without which
the sweat

would be too
much.

Like
soysauce.

Salty. Devil's
spit. No

really it burns
tongues. Hair

keeps the moisture
enough

from the skin.

I will make you a cake

if you let me
and pay me

and it will be magnificent. I am serious
and I neeeeed your ordering around of me (from me)
just tell me

So this looks pretty sweet.

Some man

gave me a tip of all of his change - consisting of $2.54. I was so confused by this, as it doubled my total tips for this three-hour period I've been working. I put the the 54 cents in the cup at his request. And then he kept gesturing. One dollar? Both?! THANK you.

Omaha

I am looking up events and am finally able to teem with excitement
or at least feel some sort of yayness
because this time there will be events to attend!


Saturday is free at the Joslyn and Bemis is free and open 12-5 as well (The Bemis Underground will be transformed into landscapes of the mind as Kansas City-based artists Susan White and Corrie Van Sice exhibition Navigating the Neurosphere)

There's a Kubrick fest at Film Streams and: Lolita / Barry Lyndon (Nov 28-Dec 4)

We could even see the Berenstein Bears Save Christmas!

The Holiday Lights Festival is up and ready for viewing!

Oh my God - complimentary horse and carriage rides at Village Pointe! Actually, that Friday is going to be Holiday madness in general at Village Pointe.

`````````````````````````birds

I just experienced a moment of "what the fuck am I doing?" Or maybe you did. Or we both simultaneously experienced. And now I'm remembering his apartment. I think because of the pictures, the collage. What was all this talk today? I don't want to make myself do anything.

mmmm yesss

it does freak me out
all the people
particularly that one

man by the phone
booth the one
that's always there

whenever i walk
or bike by and
it's like a car

with the headphones
in but not
because they can get you


what the fuck am i
talking about

that man
by the telephone booth

have been suffering

low self esteem
lately

blah sick feeling go away

I don't know...

this hummus is preeetty old

It's only

when things hit
right. In the chest
or

the gut. That
sensation of "Oh
yeah.

Right. She's got it
right."

"While I'm alive

I'll feel alive."

Makeup makes me
something



pretty
and pretty much
the best cookies
every

you
should
try one

I HATE

BEING SICK
I CANNOT CONCENTRATE ON THIS FUCKING PAPER
I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO CLASS TOMORROW

The only time

I feel okay
is when I am on
the internet.

Ps. I can now be found out by everyone.
All my internet social networks are combining.
Everyone I know is on everything else and the same things.
Not even my dad is cut off.
Still, Eric can't read anything I post about him on facebook.

Palin exercising her right to privacy

so as not to feel
embarrassed about voting Obama,
because even she knows it's the better choice.

query

made drink out of soy milk
french vanilla coffee mate
cherry schnapps
ice

milk curdle-y after adding cherry

why so?

Dear Sarah,

I decided not to break
the drinking pattern.

Dear Everyone,
I'm nervous. I'm excited.
I link to this at a loss:

http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2008/11/barack-obama-fo.html