tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45658449424092537652011-04-21T19:01:11.441-07:00gin-n-tonichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04933322246699733563noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565844942409253765.post-21174094820592446692007-02-05T21:17:00.000-08:002007-02-07T15:34:48.954-08:00Misto or Cafe au lait - is there a difference? who cares? and does anyone really care that starbucks doesn't list "short coffee" as a menu option. i don't. i can't stomach such pretentious behavior at 7 o' clock in the morning. Perhaps if it were on the weekend, when I am a bit more stoic (nursing a gin-n-tonic hangover - a bit incoherent with a questionable stream of consciousness) , i would (possibly) let "pseudo-coffee-connoisseurs" exhibit their vast expertise of black apron knowledge. but on a monday morning in my pre-caffeinated state – please move on – order, pay, and be on your merry way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565844942409253765-2117409482059244669?l=ginandtonic4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gin-n-tonichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04933322246699733563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565844942409253765.post-19444620749102373972007-02-03T23:56:00.000-08:002007-02-04T00:24:50.281-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">i find myself once more licking my existential wounds... and to my enjoyment, it has the amusing hint of juniper and the lonely undertone of a good gin. sweetly numbing, i sip with a forceful purpose knowing that soon i will fade away into forgetfulness. But before i get to that wonderful state, the terrible price of memories will rip through my slipping consciousness like a child's hand upon a present...cheers<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565844942409253765-1944462074910237397?l=ginandtonic4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gin-n-tonichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04933322246699733563noreply@blogger.com0