sweet going down, bitter aftertaste
In celebration of my last week commuting dash last couple of months without a baby all up inside me I stopped at Starbucks this morning. I haven't been in Starbucks in maybe five months or so, so it was exciting to learn that they now serve make-it-your-way frappuccinos. Now you can choose your milk, your flavor, and your level of caffeine. I guess I gave them that idea, that time that I went into Starbucks at six months pregnant and grabbed the barista by the collar screaming "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T MAKE A DECAF FRAPPUCCINO????!!!"
Just kidding, that only happened in my mind. Also, in my reverie they didn't cost no five dollars for a medium size.
Anyway, yeah for capitalism making things slightly better. That's its job after all. To give the wage slaves the illusion of improvement. The sweet lullaby of oppression tastes like delicious caramel.
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Dan, when were you pregnant?
Oops! My fault: I was posting from Leah's computer and didn't log out. It would be pretty cool if I could get pregnant, but even then I don't think I would want a Starbucks coffee.