Chai Time with Pablo McGillicuddy
Insignificance.
Tonight (yesterday, the day before...) I have no deep thoughts. Plenty of muck. Plenty of bile (I'll spare you). A few happy thoughts and a lot of hot chai drinkies.
Firstly, I will say to Darth Vader (I know he reads my online action), if you EVER ruin one of my dinner parties again, I. Will. Fuck. You. UP. And next time it will be in front of YOUR friends. Oh! Sorry, Darthy Baby doesn't HAVE any friends. Will wonders never cease?
BIOTCH!
Basically, I was having a dinner party. A little bit to celebrate my besting of Our "Lord" Vader mano-e-mano during some snowstorm. Afterwards, I went home to my apartment, called a few friends to quietly celebrate and made preparations. It wasn't an all-about-me night, just a little reward for having served the galaxy.
Little did I realize that somehow, buried in the snow (where I fucking left him; maybe for dead, maybe just for the winter) he somehow transformed and wasn't even all-black anymore. He did like a Bigfoot to Wendigo thing. He totally like did a Gandalf the Grey to Gandalf the White thing and at the same time pulled a Obi Wan Kenobi I'm-More-Powerful-Now-I'm-Dead-BIOTCH type mystical shit.
THEN, had the NERVE to show up at my dinner party (do I NEED to tell you he was uninvited? I mean, you GOT that part, right?) and started wreaking havoc amongst me, my guests and my cinnamony drinks. Rude motherfucker.
I mean, you KNOW me right? I DEALT with it, but it really ruined the evening, not to mention my Kate Bush in a leotard poster (I'll never forgive him for that) and my guests are certainly going to think twice (thrice and quats, I bet) before they accept another invitation for a "quiet evening" at my place.
That off my (bird) chest, I'll move on.
Had a good time at a near-ish bar on Friday. Friends of mine were DJing their brand of obscure and wonderful indie-pop, post-punk, and just plain good, interesting, and very rare musics. I showed up late but just in time to have fun. I'm timely like that, yo. Believe it.
I think Christmas will (again) pass me by.
It is time to make myself a warm cinnamony drink. Be right back.
Actually, I've opted for a non-cinnamony one, but it should hopefully be just as delicious. I like delicious. Delicious tastes so good. That's why I like it. And WITH this delicious drink (this time it's Oregon Chai Kashmir Green Tea Latte with Honey & almond) I'll be having some Loacker Hazelnut Quadratinis (bite-size wafer cookies). I sound like a damn commercial don't I. That's how I roll. I'll try it, then I'll evangelicize it. Roll with me. It's my new comfort food. The other night I had Oregon Chai Red Tea Latte w/ Honey & spices. That's soopa and doopa. Sadly, with the Oregon Chai concentrates you don't get the groovy antioxidant action you get with Pixie Mate jammies (I do hope you can keep up with my street lingo, 'cuz I ain't slowin' down, cuz). That's a real disappointment because I actually like the taste a bit better (at least w/ the Red Tea one; The Kashmir is still yet to be tasted, but it smells like a pretty girl on a sunny day).
Actually, no, it doesn't smell like that. It smells like a yummy cinnamony (but not cinnamony) drink.
See? I've spent all this time saying nothing. Typing it, even.
I'm totally liking this drink. Not as much as the Red Tea one, and also I should prolly lay off the wafers as they're quite sweet and reduce the sweetness / taste of the chai. The wafers might go better with the Pixie Mate which is less sweet and more of a spicy action.
Jeezis, it's 1:30 a.m. I dislike working until 11 p.m., but this is my lot in life. Well, I don't work until 11 everyday, just the last 2 days. Drag. Gonna go do something with my freezing post-midnight day.
Tonight (yesterday, the day before...) I have no deep thoughts. Plenty of muck. Plenty of bile (I'll spare you). A few happy thoughts and a lot of hot chai drinkies.
Firstly, I will say to Darth Vader (I know he reads my online action), if you EVER ruin one of my dinner parties again, I. Will. Fuck. You. UP. And next time it will be in front of YOUR friends. Oh! Sorry, Darthy Baby doesn't HAVE any friends. Will wonders never cease?
BIOTCH!
Basically, I was having a dinner party. A little bit to celebrate my besting of Our "Lord" Vader mano-e-mano during some snowstorm. Afterwards, I went home to my apartment, called a few friends to quietly celebrate and made preparations. It wasn't an all-about-me night, just a little reward for having served the galaxy.
Little did I realize that somehow, buried in the snow (where I fucking left him; maybe for dead, maybe just for the winter) he somehow transformed and wasn't even all-black anymore. He did like a Bigfoot to Wendigo thing. He totally like did a Gandalf the Grey to Gandalf the White thing and at the same time pulled a Obi Wan Kenobi I'm-More-Powerful-Now-I'm-Dead-BIOTCH type mystical shit.
THEN, had the NERVE to show up at my dinner party (do I NEED to tell you he was uninvited? I mean, you GOT that part, right?) and started wreaking havoc amongst me, my guests and my cinnamony drinks. Rude motherfucker.
I mean, you KNOW me right? I DEALT with it, but it really ruined the evening, not to mention my Kate Bush in a leotard poster (I'll never forgive him for that) and my guests are certainly going to think twice (thrice and quats, I bet) before they accept another invitation for a "quiet evening" at my place.
That off my (bird) chest, I'll move on.
Had a good time at a near-ish bar on Friday. Friends of mine were DJing their brand of obscure and wonderful indie-pop, post-punk, and just plain good, interesting, and very rare musics. I showed up late but just in time to have fun. I'm timely like that, yo. Believe it.
I think Christmas will (again) pass me by.
It is time to make myself a warm cinnamony drink. Be right back.
Actually, I've opted for a non-cinnamony one, but it should hopefully be just as delicious. I like delicious. Delicious tastes so good. That's why I like it. And WITH this delicious drink (this time it's Oregon Chai Kashmir Green Tea Latte with Honey & almond) I'll be having some Loacker Hazelnut Quadratinis (bite-size wafer cookies). I sound like a damn commercial don't I. That's how I roll. I'll try it, then I'll evangelicize it. Roll with me. It's my new comfort food. The other night I had Oregon Chai Red Tea Latte w/ Honey & spices. That's soopa and doopa. Sadly, with the Oregon Chai concentrates you don't get the groovy antioxidant action you get with Pixie Mate jammies (I do hope you can keep up with my street lingo, 'cuz I ain't slowin' down, cuz). That's a real disappointment because I actually like the taste a bit better (at least w/ the Red Tea one; The Kashmir is still yet to be tasted, but it smells like a pretty girl on a sunny day).
Actually, no, it doesn't smell like that. It smells like a yummy cinnamony (but not cinnamony) drink.
See? I've spent all this time saying nothing. Typing it, even.
I'm totally liking this drink. Not as much as the Red Tea one, and also I should prolly lay off the wafers as they're quite sweet and reduce the sweetness / taste of the chai. The wafers might go better with the Pixie Mate which is less sweet and more of a spicy action.
Jeezis, it's 1:30 a.m. I dislike working until 11 p.m., but this is my lot in life. Well, I don't work until 11 everyday, just the last 2 days. Drag. Gonna go do something with my freezing post-midnight day.