raspberry lattes = puke

Okay, okay, enough suspense already. I tried a goddammned raspberry latte and it was fucking disgusting. I actually had to throw it out after drinking about a quarter of it because I was beginning to feel ill. Did you ever get that strawberry syrup with the bunny on it (like the chocolate syrup) for your milk when you were little? You know, so you could drink strawberry milk? The latte was that color, but way grosser. I did get it at one of those fake Starbuckses (heh) inside of Barnes and Noble...those ones that serve Starbucks coffee and look just like any other Starbucks location, but they aren't really Starbuckses after all - just in case that makes a difference. I might someday consider convincing a friend or something to try a raspberry latte at a regular Starbucks just to see if it turns out different (I swear the people at those B&N cafes don't know what they're doing), but not for awhile. Oh well. I'll never stray from what I'm used to ever again.

In more uplifting news, I'm currently eating some leftover Indian food from last night - mushroom mattar (mmmmm) and some chili paneer. Basically, it's mushroom, peas, and spices in the first dish, and then bell peppers, jalapenos, onions, this weird homemade cheese stuff, and spices in the second dish. I'm not too big on paneer, I just wanted the other stuff. I think I was Indian in a past life at some point.

I'm going to take a bath soon. I've had this thing for baths lately. Don't get me wrong, I still shower every morning, but it's nice to come home after working with people all day and relax in the tub. Plus, I love that feeling of "washing the day away." One of the things I hate about working with people all day is sometimes when I come home at night I just feel so gross, like I have other people's germs and dead skin cells and other human dirt on me. I know a lot of that is in my mind, but it's not like it's hurting anyone for me to think that. Blame it on my OCD. The only bad part about taking baths is that I have this other thing - another OCD thing - where I have to scrub out the tub for like at least twenty minutes before I decide it's clean enough for me to get in it. Nevermind that I just scrubbed it yesterday, it needs to be CLEAN, dammit. Again, I realize that a lot of that is in my head, but I just can't let myself take a bath unless I've taken this precautionary step. I don't want to get a disease or something from, um, myself showering this morning. Sigh. At least I got these pretty awesome bath salts though, but I can't remember if I already talked about them, either because I'm stoned now or I was stoned when I talked about them. Actually, I am stoned now, and I was stoned if I did talk about them (since I'm always stoned), so logically that sentence doesn't really make sense (because I said either/or). I took this crazy syntax and semantics class once with these weird grad students named like Rainbow and stuff, and we talked about stuff like that - I had to explain sentences that weren't necessarily lies, but technically weren't true. It was pretty interesting, at least until I stopped going. Oh yeah, bath salts. They're cool - I like them because besides being completely organic and vegan and being specially formulated for their aromatherapeutic benefits, they have a high alkalinity, so when you're feeling acidic (as in sick or a having a buildup of negative energy) they help balance you out. Apparently people who take a lot of baths in alkaline water don't get sick as often as people who don't. Interesting.

I asked my boyfriend yesterday if I'm a hippie, and he said no. I said he was right, because I shave and bathe regularly, and I don't smell. He said I'm just New Age-y. I guess that's okay. I just like all that natural shit, yo.

I totally had something else to talk about, but I can't remember what it was. Imagine that. I did take a bunch of pictures yesterday, but I can't seem to get the fucking cd to work right now. I was going to post one. Oh well.

Busty Wilde + coffee + Starbucks