a little somethin' somethin'
man im a good consumer. how many nights find me after dinner with a pit in my stomach standing in for a pit in my soul? i have to have something. i need a drink. pabst me!
my father always said we live in a beverage society. back in the early days of livejournal--early for me anyway--there was this girl, a friend of some friends, who had a journal called sodapopculture. exactly.
last july, i was far-sighted enough--visionary even--to record every beverage purchase i made one wednesday. here it is, complete with notation on place, price, and circumstance.
whenwhathow muchwherenotes
6:55amspicy v-81.297-11 by my bus stopall the 7-11s in austin proudly display the old-fashioned slogan 'oh thank heaven!'
8:30ammexican coca-cola1.29gas station on 71 eastin ecorps van on the way to site
6:00pmsweet leaf iced tea1.59some new cupcake shopwith clayton
after dinnerbubble tea--'green fairy'3.75momoko'san almost daily certainty back then, grace would gather a group of folks for the walk down to get bubble tea
after sundownsam smith's (hard) apple cider3.99wheatsiville food co-opclayton, christian and i went up and drank them on top of the then uncompleted jefferson 26 condos
total11.91dollar amount equivalent to more than two hours working for ecorps
im not saying im an alchoholic. but what i suffer from may be something akin to alchoholism. whatever it is, it stems from the need to be holding something. this is different from my desire for caffeine--coffee, tea, or chocolate--which is actually rooted somewhere in the monkey part of my brain, and is a very chemical, addictive need. the desire for a drink--any drink besides water--is more manipulative. it rests on the palm of the hand and the tip of the tongue.
my father always said we live in a beverage society. back in the early days of livejournal--early for me anyway--there was this girl, a friend of some friends, who had a journal called sodapopculture. exactly.
last july, i was far-sighted enough--visionary even--to record every beverage purchase i made one wednesday. here it is, complete with notation on place, price, and circumstance.
whenwhathow muchwherenotes
6:55amspicy v-81.297-11 by my bus stopall the 7-11s in austin proudly display the old-fashioned slogan 'oh thank heaven!'
8:30ammexican coca-cola1.29gas station on 71 eastin ecorps van on the way to site
6:00pmsweet leaf iced tea1.59some new cupcake shopwith clayton
after dinnerbubble tea--'green fairy'3.75momoko'san almost daily certainty back then, grace would gather a group of folks for the walk down to get bubble tea
after sundownsam smith's (hard) apple cider3.99wheatsiville food co-opclayton, christian and i went up and drank them on top of the then uncompleted jefferson 26 condos
total11.91dollar amount equivalent to more than two hours working for ecorps
im not saying im an alchoholic. but what i suffer from may be something akin to alchoholism. whatever it is, it stems from the need to be holding something. this is different from my desire for caffeine--coffee, tea, or chocolate--which is actually rooted somewhere in the monkey part of my brain, and is a very chemical, addictive need. the desire for a drink--any drink besides water--is more manipulative. it rests on the palm of the hand and the tip of the tongue.