What? How could you? How could all of you bastards do this to me? In what feels like the worst surprise party ever, nobody took the time to warn me that National Coffee day was today. (I’ll pause for you to purse your lips solemnly and e-console me). Had I known, had I been forewarned, had one of you people who claims to be my friend reminded me the way.. Read More
Dear Starbucks: Bring back seasonal drinks till it’s warm, thx
Winter in Virginia is like the annoying ex who you think finally got the picture and is leaving you alone. And for like a week or two, it’s nothing but sunshine and windows down and you feel free as a fkkng bird. Then, wham, that bastard Jack Frost comes back like Cusack under your window – boom box, luminaries, and all. (Although the only thing they share in common is.. Read More