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golden globe, much?
Jul. 10th, 2007 07:22 pmI went into the chiller last week to get a box of something, while I was in the chiller one of the women I work with set the dustpan down on the floor. When I came out I was carrying the box, so I couldn't see my feet and I stepped on the dustpan, which obviously is not a good thing to step on. I fell on my ass and my elbow slammed into the corner of the cabinet. My first instinct was to laugh, of course. My coworker felt bad, but started laughing because I was laughing. Then my elbow swelled to twice the regular size in a few seconds and we stopped laughing. It hurts like it's on fire. When I go to teach at the preschool I have children saying, "you got a boo-boo, what happen?", while repeatedly poking my black/blue/purple elbow. Oh childrens.
It's been a week and it still looks like ( this )
My cousin's wedding was in a town over that has a Starbucks. I don't consider a town without a Starbucks to be civilized. I want to make sweet sweet love to the Raspberry Mocha Frappucinos.
I had this lovely conversation with Lib in Starbucks:
Lib: Venti Unsweetened Passion Iced Tea, please.
Me: Grande Blended Raspberry Mocha Frappucino, please.
*use gift card, walk to other counter where guy is hardcore flirting with the barista*
Lib: Why didn't you get a venti size?
Me: I'm not sure I'll like it and I don't want to get a big one if I'm just going to throw it out. There are people in the world who don't have Starbucks. It's my liberal white American guilt.
Lib: Why not get the bigger one? I fifty cented mine.
Me: You "fifty cented" yours? Does that mean you shot it nine times?
Lib: No, I meant to say I got the bigger size because it's only 50 cents more.
Me: No, you said "fifty cented" it. Don't deny it. You shot it nine times but the lyric "go shorty, it's your birfday" still comes back to haunt you.
Lib: I don't know you right now.
Me: I hope your giant iced tea makes you have to pee really bad and you have to hold it until we get to the reception.
I leave you with The Loop's Derek Tricolli being funny. Seriously funny.
It's been a week and it still looks like ( this )
My cousin's wedding was in a town over that has a Starbucks. I don't consider a town without a Starbucks to be civilized. I want to make sweet sweet love to the Raspberry Mocha Frappucinos.
I had this lovely conversation with Lib in Starbucks:
Lib: Venti Unsweetened Passion Iced Tea, please.
Me: Grande Blended Raspberry Mocha Frappucino, please.
*use gift card, walk to other counter where guy is hardcore flirting with the barista*
Lib: Why didn't you get a venti size?
Me: I'm not sure I'll like it and I don't want to get a big one if I'm just going to throw it out. There are people in the world who don't have Starbucks. It's my liberal white American guilt.
Lib: Why not get the bigger one? I fifty cented mine.
Me: You "fifty cented" yours? Does that mean you shot it nine times?
Lib: No, I meant to say I got the bigger size because it's only 50 cents more.
Me: No, you said "fifty cented" it. Don't deny it. You shot it nine times but the lyric "go shorty, it's your birfday" still comes back to haunt you.
Lib: I don't know you right now.
Me: I hope your giant iced tea makes you have to pee really bad and you have to hold it until we get to the reception.
I leave you with The Loop's Derek Tricolli being funny. Seriously funny.
