scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

9.8.05

starbucks, i hate you.

i hate you for making that steamy wonderful Thing you do so well and you know it's bad for the rainforest, i know you do, so don't pretend otherwise, and you couldn't possibly be paying those poor farmers enough to be charging $3 a cup so let's toss this whole charade, eh? i hate you for making me think i'm not in texas for five fucking seconds with the travel posters and the aging hippies and the indie muzik in the store and then i have to leave. i hate you for being on every goddamn corner and being a Huge Corporation and Ubiquitous and Making the Entire World Taste Like America, which is Not a Good Thing. please just die. i can get fairly decent coffee elsewhere, still, even around here. Not as good, maybe, not as creamily soft and melty-licoious, but drinkable, yet. it's not right that one good cup of coffee ought to make an entire day. So stop.

scrawled @ 22:54