All Alone and on my own
It would appear that absolutely no one is ever going to expect another blog here, and even with my own efforts at recharging myself into posting mindless collections of words, I seem to have failed myself in that little ambition.
For those who are not reading this, I drank my first Starbucks cold coffee today albeit from the wending machine at work, and it tastes goddamn good. These freaking Americans tend to get the taste and spices thing entirely wrong everywhere.
The coffee ive had upto now has generally tasted crappy, if you ever want to know what tea should not taste like, just try 8 out of 9 flavors at my office.
And as i type these last few words of description of the Starbucks Mocha Frappucino, A Lowfat Creamy Blend of Startbucks Coffee and Milk, and as i mourn the imminent death of Mr. Y. Arafat, my coffee is over, and I think i need a refill.