my soft voice + my inability to enunciate (read: i mumble) (yes, still) are getting me into trouble. case in point: yesterday, i ordered a grande iced americano. what came out was a grande iced americano with 4 shots of espresso. 4 SHOTS OF ESPRESSO. that’s terrifying. and unnecessary.
warning: may cause earthquakes in your fingertips.
warning: insomnia. and so, the lack of sleep last night means i need all the coffee today. vicious cycle.
deep thoughts from twitter:
“when you say yes to others, make sure you are not saying no to yourself.” @mepicwomen
“i never have so much pure, white hot rage than i do when my alarm goes off.” @margotwood
“there’s a chance i may love pizza more than people.” @rachaelenglish
“to all the people who think books for teen girls are, by definition, lesser: a teen girl just won the nobel freaking peace prize.” @officiallyally
“just learned a glorious german word. Kummerspeck: weight gain from emotional overeating. literal translation is grief bacon. GRIEF BACON.” @meganmccafferty
“i either need more hours or more me’s.” @veschwab