This Is What I Mean.
I went to an interview today. For a job that I didn’t really apply for. I mean, I gave them a resume months ago and that was the end. I’ve already signed up for classes in Portland. I am already trying to get back there, so I was angry that they called me, but I went to the interview. Not excited at all. I figure this attitude will probably land me that job because honestly, I...
I’m not addicted to that site, but man, has it opened up my desire to decorate an entire home with Pallets. Do you know how FREE pallets are? I mean, on craigslist today I saw about 50 advertisements. I could go to any store and ask to have them. Do you know how much money I’d save in I did this? And how adorable my imaginary studio apartment would look?
I picture myself writing next to a giant window, where I’ve made the windowpane my bench. I’m drinking coffee and looking out at a rainy city. I grew up in a home surrounded by darkness. Everything was heavy with darkness. Naturally, I want the opposite of what I’ve never had. I want to undo everything I was ever taught. I feel it’s failed me. For example: My father would turn all the lights...
You didn't spend enough on me.
People are so consumed by the monetary value of christmas and it’s disgusting. A little kid told his teenage sister that they couldn’t get all of the boys just one DVD for Christmas. It’s only $15. They needed to get them all something else along with this. Then today, I was talking with someone about how I haven’t started my shopping yet and he asked me if I was going to...
Today, I am overwhelmed.
So I was at this party.
My friend’s kid turned 3, so I decided to go since we’d been trying to get together for 2 weeks now… Anyway, this girl was there, who I kinda sorta knew, but I don’t think she remembered me… Anyway, she was telling me about how she wanted to hold a baby but she was sick. I could hear a head cold in her voice so I assumed that was the extent of it and kept chatting...
Guilt Trips Are My Favorite.
Not. Since being back home, my mom (and other family members) give me guilt trip after guilt trip. Most of them are so exaggerated and farfetched it’s not even funny. Really. I’m not laughing. My recent favorite starts out like this: “We usually do (insert something stupid) for Christmas.” I want to note that I am 27. I have missed 2 Christmases. The last 2. So...
Today I roasted the other 2 coffees. Sumatra Colombia Note: I am only roasting less than 1/2 cup batches, as recommended. I have roasted 4 batches. One of each. I don’t want to keep practicing on one kind because if I keep failing then I will have wasted an entire pound. Not a good idea. Sumatra Dry-Hulled Aceh Bukit: Roasted at 7:07 pm I couldn’t get the timer to work...
Ethiopia Illubabor- Camp Cooperative.
I know they said to wait 24 hours to get the best result, but I couldn’t wait. I only had a small handful anyway, and I know that there were a lot of flaws in my method. So I brewed a small cup this morning. It’s under roasted, so it’s actually a good learning experience to see the different characteristics of this bean in different stages of the roast. They recommend this...
I’m attempting to roast coffee at home for the first time. I’ve done tons of research, but it appears that I neglected to read up on the right kinds of popcorn poppers. I was under the impression that my father had the right kind… But he did not. I tried anyway. I tried anyway. It went too fast and burned easily. The first pop was at about 5 minutes. I then went to Walmart...
I urge you to THINK before you SPEAK.
My mother has a BIG problem with this. The worst is that her opinions are truths and there is no arguing because “she is the mom and the mom is always right.” I’m really good at ignoring everything she says or telling her she’s wrong, but sometimes it’s hard. She doesn’t just do it to her children. She does it to strangers. She thinks they want to know...
I’m always on the verge. I feel it. I feel it, but I never make it over. I’m never on point. Sometimes I feel myself teetering, but I always roll backwards. Never forwards. I’m not really good anything either. I’m sort of okay about the things that I love, but it’s nothing special. It’s not amazing. I used to be okay with this revelation. Not so much anymore....
This story breaks my heart…. I was at Ross buying my mother new clothes. I decided that I’d be nice and pick up something for my dad, too. He has a favorite coffee. He is never able to find it, but I know where to look. Ross, T.J. Maxx always have bags of whole bean Kona. He won’t drink that preground crap. I thought about waiting until Christmas to give it to him, but I noticed his coffee...
Sightings in Atlanta.
2 black men, dressed like pimps advertising companies that “buy and sell gold” and 2 latino boys dressed liked taco’s advertising Moe’s burritos. And that is a window into the city of Atlanta.
Why am I so drastic? Why did I register for classes in Portland? Why did I find the perfect/cheap place to live in the best part of town with a 3 minute walk from my coffee shop? Why did I suddenly get the idea to get rehired at a different location so I can fly out next week, see the apartment and seal the deal? I mean, I’m still waiting on the word about the job, and I haven’t paid...
Things That Annoyed Me TODAY.
-My mother telling me a story about my older sister. -My mother telling me a story about my little brother -My mother telling me a story about my younger sister -Forgetting my returns -Stores being closed -Stupid ass bitches who are too incompetent to receive a good tip from me -Stupid managers who ask the same questions and never answer mine -Stupid emails from stupid people -My mother’s...