Karma is a little bitch today.
I guess she didn't like me raggin' on Starbucks, although, I was actually ragging on the twits that frequent Starbucks and hold up traffic. I love Starbucks. Love it!
I love it so much that I stopped on my way home and treated myself to my first peppermint mocha of the season. And then I got home and promptly threw it up.
I would like to die now, please.
I called them and told them to double check their milk and whipped cream because somethin' ain't right. I was supposed to go out with some gals tonight to Madame K's pizza to celebrate a birthday, but now just the thought of Madame K's makes me want to puke again.
And my stomach is making really, really horrible noises.
I have learned my lesson. No more blogging about Starbucks.
Ack.
1 comment:
People always think it's food poisoning when they throw up. I think 90% of the time it's some kind of virus. Either way, hope you're feeling better!
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