The only thing more confusing than how my "Chocolate covered banana latte over ice" could taste like straight scotch is why I keep drinking it... If you've never tasted straight scotch, you are wise. If you want to know what it tastes like without buying a bottle, get a mouth full of kerosene, light it on fire, then swallow. "It's delicious" is, of course, how I responded when the coffee shop lady asked me how it tasted. Perhaps it's because I don't like confrontation or perhaps it's because my expectations were already compromised because I knew which girl was making it. Either way, I continue to drink it. Probably because I didn't get to work until 1:00 PM (It was the universe's fault, I swear) and at ten till three in the afternoon it still seems like 8AM and I feel I desperately need the caffeine.
So back to blaming the great unknown for me being dramatically late for work... (excuse me a second, I just took a drink of my coffee and now I have to catch my breath) ...I always have my radio-alarm-clock set for 6:00 AM. It turns on the radio and I normally lay in bed a while and listen to Big D and Bubba (They're absolutely hilarious). My phone then has an alarm set for 6:30 and I leave it across the room so I'm sure to get up. On top of that, I normally always wake up around 7:30 even with no alarms. Well today when I woke up at 12:30, holy crap, the first thing I looked for was the indicator that my alarm was set. It was. I then jumped up and grabbed my cell. It was completely OFF. I thought "Crap, I didn't plug it in and the battery is dead". Wrong. I turned it on and the battery was full. So the only plausible answer is that some great force wanted me to sleep past noon.
Oh man, this coffee tastes terrible.
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