And she is so right.
I mean, I know that every grande soy gingerbread or pumpkin spice latte I get takes me one step farther from my goal of being up out of this city by the end of next year, but I need them. Neeheeheeheed. Once I get my hands on one, I can feel myself mellow out and relax and get all happy and shit. It’s ridonculous.
Don’t let somebody make it wrong, either, because that is the one thing I will take back and ask to have made again. I said soy, muhfuggah. You charged me for it. So put it in. And if you try to screw with me and put in some milk, I will be right back here in 10 minutes so you can enjoy the odoriferous emanations while you make my shit right, thanks.
Yesterday, I discovered the tarragon chicken salad sandwich. Now my daily Crackbux bill will be twice as high! Yippee. I really have to limit myself to one trip per week. As a step toward this goal, I just bought some chicken and three different flavored whole-beans from Hell. Excuse me, Fairway. Wish me luck and restraint.
Meh. I need to escape myself for a little while. I’m hitting the gym. Later, I’m heading out to see Aeon Flux (and you know, since this is a Saturday night, the day after it opened, and I do have, ahem, issues, about where I sit, that I will be up in that piece an hour early, game face on, elbows sharpened, and contraband snacks in hand. Bag. Whatevers.).
Happy weekend.
“…my goal of being up out of this city by the end of next year”
Wait a minute. Did I miss something? You want to leave New York?!?!?!