Let me tell you a story. A story about a girl and her blog. Like 82.7% of people my age, I once had a blog. (Like 99.3% of people do 76.4% of the time, I am randomly conjuring numbers to serve my purpose. It's okay. The incantation isn't that hard and the nether world numbers hang out in is so dead boring they don't mind being yanked down to Earth mid-sentence, I swear.)
I, of course, did not keep up with said blog, because that is what one does with blogs: let them go. That is what they're for, that is how they're used. In addition to being horribly neglected, said blog was lame. So, I put it out of its misery and procured a new kitty. And here she is! Yay.
End of compulsory explanation, beginning of random bloggitude.
I see this billboard on my way to and from work everyday:
In case you can't read it, it says, "97% of the World's Coffee Beans Just Aren't Good Enough for Us. Or You, To Be Honest."
The first time I saw it, I was very confused and stared at it for like three minutes because no matter how many times I read it, I just kept thinking, What a bunch of elitist, douchebag jerks. I would say they should fire their PR person, but I suppose a large portion of Starbucks drinkers are elitist, douchebag jerks (otherwise, how could they get away with plastering this monstrosity to the side of the Green Line Science Park station?), so it's probably perfect. As my fictional love, Uchiha Sasuke, would say, "Tch."
Well, I think I've done enough for now. Typing is hard (inflect with scathing, self-deprecating whine). Till next time. You win this round, Interweb, but I'll get you yet.
