Sitting at work when Backstreet boys come on the radio. Small head bob.
Sexy and I Know It comes on after that. Silly hand movement dance.
Girl sees me. No greeting, just: “… You have a Tumblr, don’t you??”
Love. <3
and I keep hitting my left piercing and then remembering that, no, the thing you feel is NOT a bug, its a metal rode poking through your ear flesh, and I look at myself like
BRAIN, Y U NO REMEMBER?!
Gackt dressed up as Gakupo (who is based off of Gackt)
Gackt within a Gackt within a Gackt…
GACKT-CEPTION
And boy, was i excited. I had been craving a nice cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer for two weeks.
So here, I go, all a bubbly, making coffee. I get my mug, one spoonful of sugar, dark roast Community Coffee, and in goes the creamer til its a nice caramel color.
But alas! When I take my first sip, I find my taste buds assaulted.
I knew the coffee wasn’t bad, so I check the creamer
The picture looked off… The bottle was not decorated with luscious hazelnuts, but pecans… The mother had bought butter pecan creamer.
I.
Hate.
Butter.
Pecan.
Even if butter pecan was the last flavor on earth i would not drink it as a creamer or eat it as an ice cream or anything! I hate butter pecan. I like pralines and pecan pie and the pecans I get off of the pecan tree in my back yard… but butter pecan is an abomination. And here it is, invading my coffee. ANOTHER ACT OF COFFEE TERRORISM!!
I am saddened. And Coffee-less.
