Maybe It Was The Espresso
The other day I had an urge to dye my hair jet black, get my eyebrow and nose pierced, lose 75 pounds and wear really funky glasses so that I could get a job at Kava House serving up espressos while smoking long skinny cigarettes on my break. I could take yoga classes and read up on vegetarianism.
Maybe I have a funky inner coffee house girl inside me just waiting to be recognized.
Instead, I drank my African Dark Fair Trade froo froo coffee and ate a big fat cinnamon roll and read my John Grisham Book.
Maybe I have a funky inner coffee house girl inside me just waiting to be recognized.
Instead, I drank my African Dark Fair Trade froo froo coffee and ate a big fat cinnamon roll and read my John Grisham Book.
posted by Captainwow on
10/25/2006
3 Comments:
I have an emo girl inside of me so I totally understand.
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Princess of Everything (and then some), at 10/26/2006 8:15 AM
Ginny,
I am loving your blog. I had no idea about the yodeling. If you drink first, is the yodeling any better?
What would it take to get you to yodel?
km.
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Anonymous, at 10/26/2006 10:55 AM
Yer my hero. Especailly cause you won a beer for yodeling in a band uniform. That is unparalled.
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spookyrach, at 10/27/2006 1:01 PM
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