Today I woke up and went to work, I stopped at starbucks and the crazy gay man decided to chat to me about his day rather than make my drink, which he put far too much ice in and he forgot the syrups. So my Toffee Nut latte was just a latte. Really not worth being late for work, but I was. I drank my latte even though it tasted like unclean buttums. So I am slightly unhungover .... unhungover? I don't know why I typed that. I am slightly hungover and I get to work and I open Britt's blog and it made my day, so far. I am so glad she's having an amazing time. I think I'll mail her a letter bomb and kill her. Oh wait, no ... I like her, nevermind. Scratch that. I'll mail her a crate of rabid baboons. yes. that's it. Goodbye diary!

written by  angie-o-plasm on September 17, 2006