another one bites the dust

Alas, poor dangerous Starbucks cup! I knew him, Horatio; a cup of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy – he hath borne me Diet Coke a thousand times; and now! How abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it! Here sat the lip from which I drank I know not how oft. Where be your liquids now? Your ice cubes? Your bubbling refreshment? Your icy cold merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own gaping mouth.

This keyboard tray is going to be the death of me. My beloved and controversial Starbucks (and unfortunately freshly full) mug fell off my desk and shattered, dumping the delicious contents all over my floor and making one big giant clusterfuck of a mess. This sucks. I loved that mug. It was perfect for my nefarious beverages, and now it is no more and I can’t even replace it because of the recall notice. This also sucks! I hate everything!



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