So, I went to get coffee, and I got some coffee, and then I put a shitload of that cinnamon powder-stuff in there. Since they only have a limited number of stirry-thingys, I said to myself "I will take this back to my desk and stir it with a_plastic_knife
Then, my friends (who are sitting in the room with the coffee machine) started talking to me. We chatted about cars and 401ks and all sorts of stuff that really didn't make me feel very important or original at all. They said $1300 is a reasonable price for a new sofa, but that is beside the point.
I sipped at the coffee while I was in there, and by the time I got back to my desk I had completely forgotten about the "stirring" thing. So, here I am, drinking coffee with an unstirred shitload of cinnamon powder-stuff in it.
I'm about at the end of the cup, but I can't tell for sure as there is a lid on it. I'm assuming I'm nearly there by weight, though, and suddenly the cinnamon makes it's presence known. By combining with the coffee, it became this hideous gooey substance with the consistency of a loogie. Which I drank, because I did not see it coming.
In my mouth.
Why am I telling you this? Because someday, you will be having a bad day, and you will remember this and say "Hey, at least I didn't drink a cinnamon-coffee loogie..." I'm all :
spew. Jammin' with :
schfifty-five - in my head.