Today's agenda...

shrewness wins anilingus! Not because she was right, but because she lives close enough for a booty call.

I haven't switched to new blogger and I don't intend to until forced. Two reasons: 1) like bluto, I don't give a rats ass and 2) I don't like that the "search all blogs" link is gone from new blogger. Why would they do that? People want to search more, not less.

My 16-yo stepdaughter has done it again. We let her have another party Sat. night mit hot tub and believe it or not, left no rubbers or jizz slicks in the water. However, she like most other 16-yos is a trendy little snapper and as such loves to be seen drinking Starbucks. Up until now I eschewed the whole Seattle "we're so proud of our coffee and panini" mythos in favor of Folger's in the morning, occasionally treating myself to a supersize Dunkin' Donuts with half-and-half. (As an aside, Dunkin has gone way downhill in recent years, stay tuned for that rant).

So that she can be seen as like, totally awesome, my 16-yo brings home a bag of Starbucks French Roast and brews some up for her guests. I of course exercise eminent domain over party assets and grab a cup. Not bad, I thought, but kinda extreme.

That was four days ago. Today I can't get enough of this liquid crack. I tried going back to my old Folger's and nearly spit it out, how could I have wasted so many mornings drinking that supermarket merde? I'm done, I'm spoiled, I'm relegated to a life of paying triple the amount I once did for coffee. I'm having some right now. It's worth every penny. And I'm getting like three times as much work done every day.

Thanks 16-yo, I owe ya one. Now if I can only learn to enjoy Panic at the Disco.