me/iced mocha OTP!!!
I spent a very large portion of this past Saturday out in the rain getting chilled to the bone and hula hooping my ass off at a very rockin’ festival. There was funktastic music! There were fire dancers! There was enough fun and creativity to brighten the darkest of days (although it did very little to dry out my clothing)! I feel this would be a good time to point out that hula hoping should be recognized as a true sport. A sport that requires much dedication and bruised hip bones. Not to mention the slightly pummeled feeling one’s innards are left with.
Today I was daring enough to try a different kind of drink at Starbucks, something I should probably do more often.
Me: *takes sip* Hello Iced Café Mocha, you are my new best friend. Frappuccinos no longer have any hold over me. You are the one true coffee of my heart.
And then later on, before going into CVS…
Me: Fear not my sweet, caffeinated perfection, I shall be gone but moments. Do not pine for me! I shall return for you and we will be united in chocolaty bliss once again!
Obviously I should not actually be allowed near caffeine at all. It does funny things to my head.
ETA: OMG! A new feature-length documentary! Raw footage! Excuse me while I swoon.