ah, it feels amazing to snuggle up in my bed, stripped free of the clothing from which the sweet smell of teryaki sauce seeps heavily after a twelve hour day 
as i turned my car off last night smoke immediatly started pouring from the hood and into all of my vents. great. i just paid four hundred dollars for a new radiator not even two weeks ago. making me insanely broke. and now this had to happen. i panicked momentarily and then was like no, fuck you stress. i remembered a revelation i had awhile back out of which resulted a rambling and soul filled blog that you may or may not have read... and then i ate a mother fucking sandwich, arranged a ride to work today, and went to sleep.
that said and done...
my car being in the shop, i had to be dropped off early for work.
mind you, my new job is located in the central shopping plaza of yuppie town usa.
there is time to kill and my veins are pulsating for a hot fix.
the monster lurks above me, the green sign i so greatly despise for all it represents: corporate takeover in america. i linger in the doorway clinging to my laptop, slowly dragging the final remains of my morning cigarette. i check the clock again. my eyes are drooping.
behold, the demon.
i enter starbucks.
now granted, i have never actually taken a handful of dirt and shoved it onto my mouth while simultaneously slurping week old taco-shits water from a twisty straw...but that is what starbucks black coffee tastes like to me. i'm not one for fancy drinks and intricate names. just give me my fucking caffeine and give it to me now. actually, i have never had a bad experience with a starbucks employee, they are always quite pleasant and enjoyable. so, may i have a coffee please? there there, that's more like it. just because i fucking loathe your chain of doom and your endless herd of sheep doesn't mean i must fucking loathe you. by god, please, take money from this bastard.
DO ALL THAT YOU CAN TO STOP THESE GOD DAMNED PARASITES FROM SPREADING.
sometimes i just can not bring myself to consume what i am convinced is the worst tasting coffee to meet my tongue in this lifetime, but i need a hot beverage to soothe my soul . and sometimes in these times that money colored sign, the color of the plague of modern society, is the only relief for miles. and in these times i will walk up to the counter and order a large chai tea latte with skim milk. i do this with a pleasant grin on my face as employee number one (fake smiling happy customer maker) shouts out to employee number two (the whipped cream squirting barista bitch) "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" to which employee number two shouts to some other fucking aspect of this assembly line, "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" and i hand over my money and tip their little jar and feel like a sell-out for giving in to the beast. now employee number five thousand six hundred and seventy four (placer of final product of world take-over on small counter-er) shouts again, "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" i then grab said product and exit the premises as fast as humanly possible while tightly holding onto my large chai tea latte with skim milk, and onto the fact that i will never speak the language of the robots.
so back to me entering starbucks, ordering a small black coffee.
"would you like room for cream?"
you fucking imbecile, black coffee does not involve this cream you speak of!
i'm sorry. i don't hate you. i know its all a part of the script.
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
oh my god get me out of here.
well today i attempted a mild experiment in people watching.
i sat down in starbucks by myself. and of my own free will.
i planned to sit and type as i observed the interactions of those around me. until i found out that i had to pay 3.99 plus tax for two hours of internet use (of which i would only be using approximately forty minutes). and then i decided there was no way in fuck i was giving in that much.
i felt slightly disgusted sitting there. i wear nice clothes to work and with my coffee cup and my laptop i seemed to nearly blend in with this crowd. the feeling made my skin crawl. i scowled once more at the prompt for my debit card information and pulled out fear and loathing in america instead. eight hundred pages of purely delightful gonzo correspondence. i feel much better now that i have become more conspicuous, being that my face isn't covered by the new york times, the wall street journal, or a prissy hand drenched in diamonds covering my mouth daintily as i laugh about today's most important gossip.
god some people make me want to vomit. or maybe it was the coffee...
so i really don't scorn these people. i appreciate and accept everyone. i just sometimes look around and think to myself that i would rather be anally raped sans lube by a rabid elephant with crabs than end up like them. but by all means if the season's largest coach bag and a white picket fence are what it takes to satisfy you in life, more power to you as long as those things fill you with genuine happiness. and i'm not being a sarcastic bitch. although i can not fathom it, it would fill me with great sorrow to know that those whose main priority in life are material posession and fulfilling the so-called american dream, are doing it all in vain.
will you ever know the exhilaration of poverty and desperation as it coincides with the wind on your face while you drift along a lonesome highway, dozing off in a passenger seat to the soundtrack of your life, without a care in the world but being free and living to see the sunrise somewhere new when you wake?
i have no hostility, judgement, or lack of attempted (and often successful) relation towards those with different intentions than myself. i suppose that what i do have, is a certain loneliness in my thoughts and lifestyle, but one that i enjoy in a strange way. i also possess a longing to find others so inclined. whether i befriend and know you, or merely speak with you only once in passing. perhaps crash on your couch in the midst of some wayward adventure. even so small an encounter as to puff away at a cigarette alongside you on the crowded street corner of an unfamiliar city, meeting nothing but your eyes and your vibrations... i love it when i get to experience those mad crazy spirits that just get it. no matter how big or small, epic or insignificant it may seem.
anyway, i could write a novel on the relation of starbucks to modern society and my views on life.
i intended to write more but i have a bit of writer's block these days.
so i will bring this to a close for now.
i can't express how truly satisfied i am feeling with life now.
i am broke. again. but since when do i really and truly care about that?
this too shall pass...in a week...when i am paid.
i have made alot of changes for the better this year and it is only february
i am grateful for what change has brought me thus far
and enthralled for what lies ahead
where there is a will, there is a way.
and i have so much will built up that i could thwart off an entire army of giant squid with a book of matches and three pennies (the contents of my wallet)...
...and take over the sea.
(disclaimer: this was meant merely as a general stab at corporate establishments. no offense was meant to starbucks employees and patrons. unless of course you happen to be a shitty person regardless of your choice of java.
)
as i turned my car off last night smoke immediatly started pouring from the hood and into all of my vents. great. i just paid four hundred dollars for a new radiator not even two weeks ago. making me insanely broke. and now this had to happen. i panicked momentarily and then was like no, fuck you stress. i remembered a revelation i had awhile back out of which resulted a rambling and soul filled blog that you may or may not have read... and then i ate a mother fucking sandwich, arranged a ride to work today, and went to sleep.
that said and done...
my car being in the shop, i had to be dropped off early for work.
mind you, my new job is located in the central shopping plaza of yuppie town usa.
there is time to kill and my veins are pulsating for a hot fix.
the monster lurks above me, the green sign i so greatly despise for all it represents: corporate takeover in america. i linger in the doorway clinging to my laptop, slowly dragging the final remains of my morning cigarette. i check the clock again. my eyes are drooping.
behold, the demon.
i enter starbucks.
now granted, i have never actually taken a handful of dirt and shoved it onto my mouth while simultaneously slurping week old taco-shits water from a twisty straw...but that is what starbucks black coffee tastes like to me. i'm not one for fancy drinks and intricate names. just give me my fucking caffeine and give it to me now. actually, i have never had a bad experience with a starbucks employee, they are always quite pleasant and enjoyable. so, may i have a coffee please? there there, that's more like it. just because i fucking loathe your chain of doom and your endless herd of sheep doesn't mean i must fucking loathe you. by god, please, take money from this bastard.
DO ALL THAT YOU CAN TO STOP THESE GOD DAMNED PARASITES FROM SPREADING.
sometimes i just can not bring myself to consume what i am convinced is the worst tasting coffee to meet my tongue in this lifetime, but i need a hot beverage to soothe my soul . and sometimes in these times that money colored sign, the color of the plague of modern society, is the only relief for miles. and in these times i will walk up to the counter and order a large chai tea latte with skim milk. i do this with a pleasant grin on my face as employee number one (fake smiling happy customer maker) shouts out to employee number two (the whipped cream squirting barista bitch) "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" to which employee number two shouts to some other fucking aspect of this assembly line, "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" and i hand over my money and tip their little jar and feel like a sell-out for giving in to the beast. now employee number five thousand six hundred and seventy four (placer of final product of world take-over on small counter-er) shouts again, "VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!" i then grab said product and exit the premises as fast as humanly possible while tightly holding onto my large chai tea latte with skim milk, and onto the fact that i will never speak the language of the robots.
so back to me entering starbucks, ordering a small black coffee.
"would you like room for cream?"
you fucking imbecile, black coffee does not involve this cream you speak of!
i'm sorry. i don't hate you. i know its all a part of the script.
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
oh my god get me out of here.
well today i attempted a mild experiment in people watching.
i sat down in starbucks by myself. and of my own free will.
i planned to sit and type as i observed the interactions of those around me. until i found out that i had to pay 3.99 plus tax for two hours of internet use (of which i would only be using approximately forty minutes). and then i decided there was no way in fuck i was giving in that much.
i felt slightly disgusted sitting there. i wear nice clothes to work and with my coffee cup and my laptop i seemed to nearly blend in with this crowd. the feeling made my skin crawl. i scowled once more at the prompt for my debit card information and pulled out fear and loathing in america instead. eight hundred pages of purely delightful gonzo correspondence. i feel much better now that i have become more conspicuous, being that my face isn't covered by the new york times, the wall street journal, or a prissy hand drenched in diamonds covering my mouth daintily as i laugh about today's most important gossip.
god some people make me want to vomit. or maybe it was the coffee...
so i really don't scorn these people. i appreciate and accept everyone. i just sometimes look around and think to myself that i would rather be anally raped sans lube by a rabid elephant with crabs than end up like them. but by all means if the season's largest coach bag and a white picket fence are what it takes to satisfy you in life, more power to you as long as those things fill you with genuine happiness. and i'm not being a sarcastic bitch. although i can not fathom it, it would fill me with great sorrow to know that those whose main priority in life are material posession and fulfilling the so-called american dream, are doing it all in vain.
will you ever know the exhilaration of poverty and desperation as it coincides with the wind on your face while you drift along a lonesome highway, dozing off in a passenger seat to the soundtrack of your life, without a care in the world but being free and living to see the sunrise somewhere new when you wake?
i have no hostility, judgement, or lack of attempted (and often successful) relation towards those with different intentions than myself. i suppose that what i do have, is a certain loneliness in my thoughts and lifestyle, but one that i enjoy in a strange way. i also possess a longing to find others so inclined. whether i befriend and know you, or merely speak with you only once in passing. perhaps crash on your couch in the midst of some wayward adventure. even so small an encounter as to puff away at a cigarette alongside you on the crowded street corner of an unfamiliar city, meeting nothing but your eyes and your vibrations... i love it when i get to experience those mad crazy spirits that just get it. no matter how big or small, epic or insignificant it may seem.
anyway, i could write a novel on the relation of starbucks to modern society and my views on life.
i intended to write more but i have a bit of writer's block these days.
so i will bring this to a close for now.
i can't express how truly satisfied i am feeling with life now.
i am broke. again. but since when do i really and truly care about that?
this too shall pass...in a week...when i am paid.
i have made alot of changes for the better this year and it is only february
i am grateful for what change has brought me thus far
and enthralled for what lies ahead
where there is a will, there is a way.
and i have so much will built up that i could thwart off an entire army of giant squid with a book of matches and three pennies (the contents of my wallet)...
...and take over the sea.
(disclaimer: this was meant merely as a general stab at corporate establishments. no offense was meant to starbucks employees and patrons. unless of course you happen to be a shitty person regardless of your choice of java.
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FUCK STARBUCKS
I've said it once, I'll say it again. You're awesome.