Coffee shops offering 2 dozen varieties of said beverage at straight-faced yet outlandish prices, Latin verbiage awkward in the mouths of Scots ‘baristas’, or assistants, smug tho they may be
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yeah, i dont get coffee either. proud to say i've never been to a starbucks, til last week, out of sheer boredom (babysitting). wasnt impressed. threw it in the bin actually. hi fraser.
It was a Starbucks that inspired these lines. How have so very many people gulled by marketing? Maybe the question is, why do some of us hate being thus patronised it so much. Hey, I may be hopelessly alienated but at least I'm not falling for their bullshit! Good for me. I will always be older than you, if that's any consolation for the relentless grind of time's wheel. Whee, we are cheery today! Drop me a line and tell me some news, huh? Make it up if you have to. Was thinking of you just recently, reading to my daughter at bedtime from the beautiful book you sent her. You should see her now. Funny, funny child.
It's only the beginning! Oh, i was lofty once like you. Piffle the froofy first world frothiness, scoff at the status conscious hipsters wielding their organic grandes and self importance!
But then.
Oh, but then.
THERE WAS CHAI.
Spicy, delicious, silky on my tongue, hints of honey and clove CHAI.
And thus the mighty have fallen and I shuffle in on a rainy day, laptop bag slung across my chest like armour and beg for my piece of self importance in a recycled cup. And modified to boot, for milk is as poison to me and I like the nuttiness of soy playing off the spice.
No, no, no I will not be sucked in. I am immune to their blandishments, blessed/cursed as i am with some kinda partial anosmia. It's mostly overpriced hot water to me. And tho your sweet seductive words nearly swayed me, I tried chai once in the home of this straightedge environmentalist type - so you'd have to think it was the good stuff - and remained unmoved. They'll never get me, never! Mind you, visiting Toronto I became briefly but fiercely addicted to some sweet iced coffee starbucks shite or other. Christ, I have to watch it around sugar. One mouthful...the mists clear and I've made rather a pig of myself. And how lovely to be chatting with you again...
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proud to say i've never been to a starbucks, til last week, out of sheer boredom (babysitting). wasnt impressed. threw it in the bin actually. hi fraser.
old too,
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I will always be older than you, if that's any consolation for the relentless grind of time's wheel. Whee, we are cheery today!
Drop me a line and tell me some news, huh? Make it up if you have to. Was thinking of you just recently, reading to my daughter at bedtime from the beautiful book you sent her. You should see her now. Funny, funny child.
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It's only the beginning! Oh, i was lofty once like you. Piffle the froofy first world frothiness, scoff at the status conscious hipsters wielding their organic grandes and self importance!
But then.
Oh, but then.
THERE WAS CHAI.
Spicy, delicious, silky on my tongue, hints of honey and clove CHAI.
And thus the mighty have fallen and I shuffle in on a rainy day, laptop bag slung across my chest like armour and beg for my piece of self importance in a recycled cup. And modified to boot, for milk is as poison to me and I like the nuttiness of soy playing off the spice.
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Mind you, visiting Toronto I became briefly but fiercely addicted to some sweet iced coffee starbucks shite or other. Christ, I have to watch it around sugar. One mouthful...the mists clear and I've made rather a pig of myself.
And how lovely to be chatting with you again...
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O.O
THIS IS WHY YOU'RE BACK ON THE INTERNET! You've become a cyborg.
It's alright, I don't judge. Blame the programmer, not the droid, amirite? ;)
But yes - hello!
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You're a chaiborg.
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