Starbucks customers know the situation all too well: You’re standing in line, reciting the precise order of the five different descriptors that constitute “your drink,” when you hear the person in front of you make a request so foreign sounding it completely throws your concentration. That’s right, they’ve gone and ordered some crazy-sounding drink off the Starbucks secret menu. …
I feel like I neglect this blog… BUT you guys should check out my knitting blog because I update it much more. Link is above, yo.
Scrambling to find some summer housing. Fucking shitty.
The Zolas, “The Escape Artist”
Just returned from Victoria to see this great Canadian indie rock band along with the Dudes. They were epic live. Sending them some cyber love.
Finally googled how to link a second blog to the main blog. So check it out!