coffee is love
Aug. 21st, 2005 11:34 amSureshot sells ground white coffee. Yay! The cute lil really young guy who works there offered to tell me the recipes for making their drinks with it, but seeing as they have a board with all of them pretty clearly summarized, I told him I could figure it out. :-)
There is a chai place I had never noticed before right around the corner from Sureshot, so I tried one of their drinks too when I was wandering about yesterday. My mom wanted to know if I had gone into the chai place with my Sureshot cup still in hand, which I guess would be the caffeine equvalent of lighting your cigarette with the butt of the last.
This kid from across the street has gotten it into his head that he should be able to use other people's phones whenever he feels like it, and he keeps coming to knock on my door. I've started to think I never should have let him use my cell phone the one time I did, and it really pisses me off that I should have to regret trying to be nice. I've been ignoring him, but it makes me feel very weird. I know he's just a dumb kid with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement and does not mean anyone any harm, but I get all nervous and freaked-out when I'm here and don't answer a knock on the door, even though I know I damn well have a right not to answer it if I don't wanna. *sigh*
There is a chai place I had never noticed before right around the corner from Sureshot, so I tried one of their drinks too when I was wandering about yesterday. My mom wanted to know if I had gone into the chai place with my Sureshot cup still in hand, which I guess would be the caffeine equvalent of lighting your cigarette with the butt of the last.
This kid from across the street has gotten it into his head that he should be able to use other people's phones whenever he feels like it, and he keeps coming to knock on my door. I've started to think I never should have let him use my cell phone the one time I did, and it really pisses me off that I should have to regret trying to be nice. I've been ignoring him, but it makes me feel very weird. I know he's just a dumb kid with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement and does not mean anyone any harm, but I get all nervous and freaked-out when I'm here and don't answer a knock on the door, even though I know I damn well have a right not to answer it if I don't wanna. *sigh*