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