Wednesday was a trip; I got four hours’ sleep on Tuesday night, and had to work for four hours from eight to noon… when I got out of work, it was raining, so I decided to explore the strip mall around Tully’s. There is a lovely little giftshop there which I liked quite a bit; a cheap, mostly yummy sub shop, and a rather depressing beauty salon. The beauty salon near our house has lots of organic products, young, pretty, knowledgeable employees, and is brightly lit and clean. This one had employees in their forties who were baring their midriffs, dying their hair EXTREME shades of blonde, and seemed to be maybe a little retarded. Anyway, regardless of their knowledgelessness, I bought some blonde-formula shampoo and a comb…. anyway, when I got out from my little trip, it was raining even harder than it had been before… I ran over to the bus stop just in time to see my bus leave, and with sinking dread in my heart, waited a half-hour for the next one. That bus only takes me to the bus stop which is two and a half miles from my house, from which there is no bus which will take me nearer. GRRrrr. So I had to walk that home in the driving, pouring rain. On the upside, I found a slightly-busted umbrella behind the dumpster at the bus stop, and it made the journey doable.

I got home to find us throwing weapons at Iraq, and after Chemistry class, went to an evening which was supposed to be for the Lenten series on “How to Pray”, but Fr. Steve had changed what he was going to talk about from… I don’t remember, something about some form of prayer, to, How to pray in times of war. It was almost a little funny, because of some of the prayers people used to pray… like “confound the devices of our enemies!” Anyway, it was a good meeting, we actually got into some pretty heavy theological discussion about the concept of the Just War, and how to ask God for stuff, and it was really good. And we did pray, a lot.

Yesterday was just… incredibly stressful, for personal reasons. I don’t think there’s anything else to say about the day.

Today, got up at six again… did Logic class, fell asleep towards the end, woke up ten minutes after, kicked myself for missing it, got up, did house stuff, went to work… came home, ate dinner. Dad made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches… yummy comfort food

And that is my boring life! I also worked on this song yesterday. It is complicated, and it’s difficult to write music for it, because it does not have a regular chorus or anything like that; but I enjoy the challenge. It is sort of freer and purer than a “regular” song might be.

“In the Meantime”

“Maybe one day…” you sighed
“In the meantime, don’t be lonely, don’t pine,
don’t let it dim your eye, don’t whine,” and I should
not have let them know, only, how would I hide?
I want to see you at sunrise and sunset;
everyone knows I see you in my dreams.
And do not think I should ever turn away…
You’re not a mirror, but the dawn, and
what’s as plain on me as the dawn on the day is the
love that I cannot dim or brush away…
It does not dim my eye, I will not pine…
but now the night is no meantime until forever goes by.
And so it lays beside me as I lie…
and the lake grows up inside me
from the spring that God has planted
and refills by his own hand
as I coldly dream of snow endlessly layering the hillside.

You told me not to keep my love for you,
but like a child she comes back into my arms.
And she’s forever young, forever needs my care;
there is no other I could ever want near.
So do not laugh at my inexperience;
I am not here for joy or even grace.
Would you frown upon my persistence?
I am not here for a day, or an hour, or forever;
I am here for you.
Come, love, our mouths were not made to swallow death;
mortal sadness can be beautiful, but it only thrives in night.
When day is come, all is forgiven;
do not be weighed by the words that were spoken before.
Let God pepper our daytime with laughter,
and when we reach the water on the beach
I’ll wash the salt from your wounds.
We may not last forever,
but we are not yet brought to any sure end.

I want to be at the ends of your fingers
as you ink out your thoughts
in the broad scrawl your father taught you.
I want to be caught in the edges of your eyes,
the place that goes to hide when you smile,
so I can see your inner joy unfold and bloom.
Will you not let me into you? I will tell you where you are:
you are my palms when I am praying,
and my feet when I walk near the water.
You are whispering calms into my ears when thunder drops upon me,
and you are painted in broken rain across my pale brow.
Don’t hold us back; I am not easily cast aside.
Don’t you see, there, the star that keeps the dawn alive?
It sings her to wake, and to sleep again,
it stretches my wings to draw peace within,
and gracefully tells me that all is not lost;
only those dreams that could never come true.
And I do not fight the changing colors of my soul,
because I have found a home in the forest by your road.

Barista Goddess say: “Friends don’t let friends drink Starbucks.”

So, I had a pretty strange (mostly good-strange) weekend. On Friday, I worked, and not much interesting happened, except two things: one, Brian Basset came into our store! He’s the guy who writes/draws “Adam@Home” and “Red and Rover” (comic strips), and since we are totally addicted to those strips, it was kind of cool to meet him. Plus, if you ever have read “Adam”, you know that he’s really REALLY into his coffee, so it was… like… an honor to get Brian Basset coffee Two, my co-worker (Ian) and I had a really weird — serious — conversation all day long, talking (among other things) about his bad habits of smoking, drinking, and swearing. It was rather illuminating, in that he’s a bright guy (sort of) with bad ideas. I’d also brought my Bible to work, and left it on the counter next to the sink so I could read it when there were no customers in. Ian thought this was *really* interesting, and said that he’d been Catholic for a little while because he’d been afraid of going to Hell… then he picked up my Bible and started reading Revelations, and spent a good hour or so at it. He is a strange, strange person, and I haven’t quite decided yet whether his company completely repulses me or not.

Friday *night*, we had a Movie Night, so lots of people came over to our house and we watched “The Secret of Roan Inish” and “Tuck Everlasting”. I’ve seen “Secret” before, and yah, it’s really good, but “Tuck Everlasting” was corny, corny, corny. The protagonist is a poutier, whimpier, not-as-spunky version of Helena Bonham Carter from “Room with a View”, and the male lead is so much of a pretty-boy male actor that he actually *looks* (no, a lot) like a girl. When he first came on screen, Mary and I were very confused, and kept debating internally on his gender. Anyway, partyway through one of these movies…

My brother walked in! Ha! I guess he and Mom have been plotting for some time to bring him up herewards for Spring Break, but, mmm, they didn’t tell the rest of us Anyway, though, GOOD surprise, and it’s AWESOME to see him again. We’ve got big plans to play catch, eat sushi, and watch “Office Space” while he’s home this week.

And then, Saturday night, I went out with Juliana, Ian, and a smattering of other people… we hung out at Ian’s house for a while, had lots of yummy food, and then went to see “Jet City Improv” at the Ethnic somethingorother Theatre which is down in Seattle on the UW Campus, run by UW people. It was a really funny show — I always enjoy improv, and they were really good at it — and I fully expected to pee my pants several times during the proceedings, because I was laughing so hard.

Sunday morning, Cynthia preached a really good sermon… really personal and touching, and almost as much a witness talk as a sermon… anyway it was good, and I know it was hard for her; that’s why it meant so much. I thought it was fitting that, having done that for the sermon, she then went on to lead the Youth Group discussion about “Courage”, which is based on Esther. This combined with seeing “Signs” and the church reading being the one about Abraham and Isaac made me think a lot about children, about giving up children, Jesus’ sacrifice… all these things I’m supposed to think about during Lent, anyway.

I’m also doing this thing (maybe I already mentioned it here… or maybe not…) where I’m collecting the favorite Bible verses of my friends, and highlighting them in my Bible, and writing the person’s name next to it. This is going along pretty well, because I’ve talked to a bunch of people at islas and youth group and stuff, and so I’ve got lots of names in there now. It’s fun, it’s like a little Biblical snapshot of someone’s personality to see what they love. I also think it’s fascinating that everyone in my family seems to like John best out of the books of the Bible. Dad really likes a bunch of the OT stories, and Mary likes Ruth (so do I…), but John pretty much wins all contests for Good Writing Biblically.

So today, I get to go to work for six and a half hours, and then go straight to the meeting for planning Holy Week, which will doubtless take an hour or two more… ehhh. I am excited for it, because I like Holy Week services, but I’m also dreading the fact that I won’t get any dinner, and wishing Monday were just a little shorter. Anyway, I am just a big bundle of complaint. I really shouldn’t complain, because I’m REALLY lucky to have a job in today’s economy, and I DO like planning Holy Week, and dinner is only just this one stupid little meal, anyway.

Barista Goddess say: “Person who dreams that her father quotes ‘Snatch’ to her as worldly-wise advice needs to stop dropping so much acid in her sleep.”

Got this one in the mail today, and since it has a lot of questions that I’ve never seen before on surveys, I thought I’d give it a whirl.

1. What color are your kitchen plates? They’re pure white Corelle plates.

2. What book are you reading now? “War and Peace” and “War in Heaven”. Strangely, these combined with the world condition have put war on my braine.

3. What’s on your mouspad? Gross staines… dust… it’s gray and has a faded “Suncom” emblem on it. Oh, and my mouse. I used to have one that was an ouija board, but that was for the Amiga, and I don’t know where that one is now.

4. Favorite board game? Hmm, Trivial Pursuit, I think. Is Boggle a board game? That, too. Oh, and Take Two, which is technically not a *board* game, but it uses Scrabble pieces. Ya, board games

5. Favorite magazine? National Geographic. Pretty pictures. I won a free year of YM, though, so I get that in the mail too. And sometimes I buy Vogue. Yes, behold my valgirlity.

6. Favorite smell? Garlic, onions, ratatouille… cookies baking, fresh cut grass, books, pianos, and organs… but absolutely #1 favorite smell is the pre-described Mt. Rainier smell, consisting of some mixture of pine, berries, dirt, and ferns. And sort of hot.

7. Least favorite smell? Vomit and people who don’t bathe. There was this guy who used to go to our church who smelled really really awful…

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning? Turn on computer, then pee.

9. Favorite color? Green

10. Least favorite color? Probably the color of the drapes in our last house. Dirty, muted orangey… ugh. Only a decade as dull as the 70s could give birth to a color so hideous…

11. How many rings before you answer the phone? Well, one at least, unless I psychically percieve that I am about to recieve a call, and answer the phone *before* it actually rings. Which has happened before.

12. Future child’s name? Ruth or William, maybe.

13. What is most important in life? God, love, truth, beauty. I’m a Christian Bohemian

14. Chocolate or vanilla? For ice cream, vanilla; for anything else, chocolate.

15. Do you like to drive fast? Yeah, I drive pretty crazily on those racing video games. I don’t drive otherwise, though.

16. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Yes, Trevor…

17. Do you like storms? I *love* storms. Especially East-coast storms.

18. What type was your first car? A little broken-down rusty red compact volvo. And when I say little, I mean the length from my knuckle to the end of my fingernail.

19. If you could meet one person dead or alive, who would it be? John, the disciple whom Jesus loved

20. Favorite alcoholic drink? Ummmmmm… red wine?

21. What is your sign and your birthday? Aquarius, 2/3/85.

22. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? Yes, I down every last nibble of hearty broccolic goodness.

23. If you could have any job what would it be? Pirate priest-philosopher rock star. Yeah, you’re jealous.

24. If you could have any color hair, what would it be? I like the color it is now, but I wish it were a little more uniformly colored. Right now it’s dark in back and at the roots and light in front, and it looks DORKY.

25. Have you ever been in love? Mm-hm.

26. Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s half a glass. Is it being poured into or being drunk from? So long as it’s full of a) fizzy water, b) orange juice, or c) a coffee or chocolate beverage of some sort, I don’t care.

27. Favorite movies? Lawrence of Arabia; Witness; the Muppet Movie; the Princess Bride; Mansfield Park… and about ten thousand others. I love movies.

28. Do you type with your fingers on the right keys? Yeah, pretty much, I think.

29. What lives under your bed? Something sticky…

30. What is your favorite number? 12.

31. Favorite sports to watch? Baseball; gymnastics, figure skating.

32. What is your single biggest fear? Absence of God.

33. Favorite TV shows? Of the past: Moonlighting, X-Files, Covington Cross, Remington Steele, Babylon 5, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. And it was not a good show, but I still have a soft spot for Reboot. Current: The Simpsons, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Alias. Plus we seem to be watching a lot of Jeopardy lately

34. Ketchup or mustard? On eggs or hash browns, ketchup is amazing… otherwise, mustard.

35. Hamburgers or hotdogs? This is carnivorism. I’m vegetarian!

36. Favorite soft drink? Ummmmmm probably root beer or cream soda. And we call it “pop” here.

37. The best places you have ever been? Camp Robbinswold, canoeing on Hood Canal; Montauk (yummm ocean); Mt. Rainier; Colorado (where the Aherns’ cabin is…); and my two local “spots”: the place down right on the corner where I can look out over Sammammish lake and the mountains (perfect place to see the sunrise, I add) and where the eagle lives; and the bench in Weowna park which is surrounded by trees and is so yogic somehow

38. What screen saver is on your computer right now? I don’t use a screen saver, I just put my computer to sleep when I’m not using it.

39. What is your favorite fast food place? Subway.

40. Favorite saying? Barista Goddess say: “Surveys fun: informative yet trivial. Also, twinkie points to Barista who give Barista Goddess ride home so Barista Goddess not have to walk home in the rain.”

Okay, so it’s a little funny. Since I started baristing professionally, Dad has been begging me for tips and advice for how to make better lattes and stuff at home. I happily give him these, and most of them he accepts without any argument — what a perfect shot should look like, how to preserve the crema, etc. — but there is one thing he just doesn’t get, and that is the importance of the steam wand and its cleanliness.

At work, we have steam wands which are almost a foot long; the one at home is almost an inch long. The practical consequence of this is that the at-home steam wand cannot generate more than an inch of foam (and it really won’t do that, usually) before it overflows the milk-pitcher which we use to foam milk. It also releases a not-steady spurt of air which makes ugly crackly gurgly sounds rather than the proper sort of hum; this indicates to me that there might be water coming through the steam wand.

At work, we pretty much bleed the steam wands after every drink, to keep the insides dry and clean; we also wash off the outsides. Well, the little steam wand at home has this disgusting brown scum on the upper part, built up from nobody ever bleeding it or cleaning it… it’s ewwwy burnt milk. Today, Dad asked me to make a capuccino — I appropriately warned him that I would probably mess it up, especially if he wanted a dry cap, because it is that difficult to make enough foam for a good dry cap on our machine; but he still wanted one. So I made the drink, and then after, I turned the steam up to bleed the wand. Open scene, kitchen:

Dad: “What does that do?”

Sarah: “It cleans out the wand. Sometimes milk gets built up inside, and it makes it harder to steam.”

Dad: “You really think so?”

Sarah: “I don’t think so, it’s just true.”

Dad (trivially): “Hm.”

End scene. I don’t know where it comes from, but it seems that I am destined to fight the steam-wand wars for some time…

Anyway, now you know all about steam wands… but my life for the past few days (during which I have neglected to blog much of anything) has not been terribly much with steam wands. Actually, I’ve been doing a lot of stuff; work, school, the usual… but especially:

a) praying for one of my friends
b) thinking about Ash Wednesday, and things Lenten
c) wishing we had the next season of Angel or Buffy and lamenting that they’re not out yet
d) freezing my butt off — it seems colder lately, because we had a sort of splash of spring, and now it’s back to winter weather again. It’s as though the weather is taunting us, it’s cruel.
e) getting all excited about upcoming events…

For instance; Juliana is going to sleepover Saturday night and we’re going to hang out. I am silly to get so excited, but it’s been awhile since we’ve had a good sleepover, and I miss her. Besides, her tolerance for staying up very late at night has grown

College is coming up, and I’m thinking about all that entails… Mom says that we’ll figure out some way to send me off to college with my own laptop, whether it’s the one she’s using now, or Dad’s, or some other actually new one. So that’s a good, good thing. I cannot go without a computer, and I cannot lug my iMac all the way there

I got my first paycheck, and, well, I want to go shopping! I know it’s for college, so obviously I don’t want to spend it all away, but I do have a few things I promised myself I’d buy.

Youth Group is alive again after Midwinter Break, and HYC is coming up in just a few short weeks! My last HYC… it kind of makes my blanch to think about it that way, so I just think about all the fun I’m going to have instead. Anyway, there’s still 6-Day after it.

I’m helping plan Holy Week! This may seem trivial, but it’s totally important, because Holy Week services are some of my favorite. I mean, Good Friday! Whoa — that’s a good one. And then my favorite is the Easter Vigil, where we stay up late Saturday night, reading tons of readings in the dark, just with candles, and then when Jesus rises, there’s the big thing where we turn on all the lights… That’s my favorite service of the whole year, so I’m excited to be helping to plan it. Plus, I have volunteered to play guitar at the vigil, about which I take turns kicking myself and patting myself on the back, because I have NO idea whatsoever what to play… and I want to start practicing NOW NOW NOW.

Anyway, I have to go to work in a few, so I gotta get dressed and warm and look nicish… maybe I’ll blog again tonight.

Barista Goddess say: “Teen Tournament Jeopardy players smarter than adult players!”

Since I am new at Tully’s, I don’t have my own nametag yet — they have to be ordered and printed, and apparently take about a month to arrive. But today, there were two guys in our store; Dan, who used to work at Tully’s, and Joel, his buddy, who works at a ski lift. Anyway, seeing that I was nametagless, they gave me *their* nametags. Of course, it’s not very useful for customers to learn my name, but it is sort of fun that I now have tags that say, “Tully’s — Dan” and “Joel “Biggie Sized”". (If you saw him, you would understand the nickname. He is not fat, but he is also not short. Yay skiers

Ho-hum. So I worked six and a half hours today, closed, and went straight from work to a meeting at 12th Place (All Saints) about Holy Week services. I was just invited yesterday, had no idea I’d be coming, hadn’t read the stuff I was apparently supposed to read… but it seemed to be any OK meeting, at least. I have now volunteered (with all my free time!!) to go to three more meetings to plan Holy Week celebrations (will we really need *three more meetings*???) and to play guitar at the Easter Vigil service. Er, ack! Well, maybe I can get youth support on that one. *glances hopefully at Juliana, James, and Jesse* (I need the J-kids workin’ for me, here. Jesse and I agreed that it would be coolest if Kathy Hamilton could come play for us then, but we are guessing she has other plans.)

Talked to my ol’ bro for a little bit, because he called Dad, because…

TODAY IS DAD’S BIRTHDAY!!!!!

(Yayyyyyy Dad! As he said, “The number is a perfect square.”)

Today was such a long, busy day that we didn’t really celebrate; but tomorrow we are all (Mary, Mom, Dad, and I) going out to dinner in downtown Seattle and then going to see “My Fair Lady” at the 5th Avenue as a sort of celebration of Dad’s big day. I’m excited. “My Fair Lady” is one of our favorite musicals, and the restaraunt we’re going to has lots of good vegetarian foods, and I get to get all dressed up and stuff, so it’s going to be fun! A good change of pace/time to relax in my ACK-what-now? life.

I’ve also volunteered to take over and reship-shape the All Saints’ Website. If you want to take a look, it’s here. It’s an ungodly mess, which for a church website, is a bad thing. I have a long list of things that ought to be changed, but I have to get permissions and passwords and access (of course) to actually change it, so it’s not going to start happening for a little whiles. Anyway, in the meantime, if you feel like it, go and take a look, and e-mail me and tell me what I should change.

Oh, I also got my first paycheck today! I’m such a doof, it’s not a LOT (about a hundred dollars), but it’s all exciting for me anyway

Lastly but not leastly, I am in eternal debt to my sister for doing my dishes (since I was gone from 11:30 in the morning till 10 at night, there was no chance for me to dishes; I had to get a burrito from QFC for dinner), so Mary, I bow at thy feet, and also, I am loving that I do not have a presentation or any special reading to do for APE class tomorrow. I still have not done the way-overdue paper for Logic (Augh! Abe, I subject myself to whatever form of torture, penatence, or atonement you can devise, up to and including actually getting the danged paper DONE and POSTED, at least by Wednesday morning…), but honestly, not having anything particularly due *for tomorrow* is really really relaxing. I can do the Logic paper in the morning or afternoon, the only class I have tomorrow is APE, and I will actually have a chance to do other stuff I need to do then, too… clean my room, clean *other* rooms, do my homework, maybe some yard work. The long and short is, YAY, and how the heck is it allowed that a Tuesday weekday suddenly feels like a holiday because I don’t have any early classes or work? Whoever worked this miracle, I praise his name!!

Barista Goddess say: “I tired. You come up with funny saying, put ‘Barista Goddess say’ before, and you laugh a lot. Ha ha ha. Good job, do-it-yourself type.”

Peoples, if you have never visited the great northwest, you have no idea what joyful bliss I experienced today, all because the sun was shining for the first REAL time in a long time… it was SO BEAUTIFUL here. And I was sitting with my window open! Not just a little crack, really *open*!

Okay… did remarkably little today. After totally not doing that Logic essay for Abe last night because I was too tired, today I was totally energized, and because I had such a spring fever, I didn’t feel like sitting in front of my computer, and so I… didn’t do the essay today, either. Perhaps tomorrow I will achieve a happy balance and be able to do it. *gulps*

Pretty much watched “Angel” and “Covington Cross” today. It was exciting Dad and Mum and I lamented Glenn Quinn’s death (which, for those of you who don’t know, is a separate thing from [Allen] Francis Doyle’s death). I do not understand this thing actors have for dying young, especially those who OD. It’s stupid, because I didn’t know the person, but it somehow seems very sudden and wrong that someone like that died so young… I mean, he was a pretty good actor. He was cute. Everyone says he was nice. And for goodness sake, he was Irish!

So when and why does a nice, cute, Irish person decide to do drugs? Even if he wasn’t outright wanting to *die* (it was supposedly an accident, and not suicide) — still, it seems sudden. I guess what really freaks me out is not Glenn Quinn (though that’s sad), but that I’ve known people who’ve done drugs, and they can get there slow or they can get there fast, but they only get there by steps, not leaps and bounds… and some of those steps were just choices that didn’t seem to have anything to do with drugs or a death-wish.

It’s just like Lewis says. Every little tiny choice we make has a direct, serious effect on our soul… and the little things build up over time to be big things. And sometimes when you look back, there’s not a point where you can say, “then it was okay,” and another where you can say, “then it was too far”. All you can really do is say, “now it’s too far”, or “now it’s okay”.

So what makes me feel awful about this story is that I see myself in it (no, I’m not doing drugs. But if we all do little things that slowly blacken our souls, I’m not going to deny that my soul’s looking pretty sooty now and again), and I wonder how many people are close to the edge of insanity or death, and how they hide it. I’ve seen so much about people ODing — it’s in the news all the time — that it’s almost trendy nowadays. And really, if you do drugs, you’re courting death. There’s no in-between, safe ground, because once you tamper with your ability to reason, you are tampering your ability to *be*. “I think, therefore I am.”

I don’t think I would’ve thought about reason and logic quite the same way about a year ago… but I read a lot of religious works over the summer, including Aquinas, and Lewis, and I’ve been taking this Logic course with Abe… and APE with Dad is pretty intensely rational sometimes. (I must say I think my favorite APE moment so far was the discussion of Goethe’s “The Sorrows of Young Werther.” I don’t think we ever unanimously reached a verdict on that one, but I still think he was a self-centered, spoiled little punk. *evil grin at Alice*)

Anyway, I think what I’m trying to say is that I’ve reached the Age of Reason and am no longer a Romantic. *scratches head* I suppose that means I’m going backwards… so maybe I can meet God at the creation of the world; which will doubtless be terrifying in ways mighty and Williamsian, and I do hope I have the stomach for it. Or if not, I can run it through the projector backwards and dine with Ford Prefect. Either way, it will be a trip.

So while I’m still awake… why AM I still awake, anyway? It’s 1:20 AM, and I have church tomorrow. I should be asleep! Well, anyway, while I’m still awake, I want you all to know that I love you, and that I’m here for you, whenever you need me. Call my cell phone, call my homephone, call my parents… e-mail me, IM me, msg me on islas. Ring my doorbell, knock on my door… heck, throw a big ol’ rock through my window. Take your car, take a bus, a cab, a train, a plane, a big cool boat. I don’t care, just get here, somehow, in some form, so I can talk to you. And even if you don’t NEED need me, but just sort of want to talk. I love talking to people. I love listening to people. People are fun.

I may be a big stupid blonde sometimes and not notice you when you’re standing right in front of me. I’m sorry. I’m human. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you. And trust me, when you’re gone, I *will* miss you. And… well.. I just don’t want to miss you.

Some personal notes…

Alice, reading your survey thingie from yesterday, I am *so* glad you have never had a crush on a teacher. Just had to say that, since I know at least one of your teachers

Abe, I love the story! Aquinas WOULD like baseball And Poe is just the kind of lamewad buttboy who’d root for the Tigers, too.

Daniel, what the heck do you mean leaving me an IM like that?

Lauren, I’ll talk to YOU tomorrow Sorry I was a spazz tonight, I think I had too much coffee and sugar. *gulps* I went off the diet. *doinkdoinkdoink*

Also, I don’t know WHAT Tyler is talking about. He is blaming everything on me! It’s not my fault! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me! It was the one-armed man! Also, you watch it, because I have a plentiful supply of songs I can get stuck in your head, and I’m not afraid to resort to such drastic measures.

Barista Goddess say: “Don’t do drugs. You die. This not funny Barista Goddess saying. This for real.”