actual thing that happened:
starbucks dude: can I have your name?
me: claire.
starbucks dude: that’s a pretty name. do you have a number to go with it?
me, as I visibly text: no, I don’t own a phone.
actual thing that happened:
starbucks dude: can I have your name?
me: claire.
starbucks dude: that’s a pretty name. do you have a number to go with it?
me, as I visibly text: no, I don’t own a phone.
iconic
hey so everyone reblog this with your starbucks order in the tags cause I’m training and I need to practice writing the acronyms and shit on the cups
I’m not american, nor do I live in a country that has starbucks, but I just looked at the tags and I am horrified
I’m no coffee snob but oh my god what the everloving fuck
#double chocolatey chip frappuccino with a pump of toffee nut syrup and a pump of cinnamon dolce syrup
#venti green tea frappe with carmell walls and java chips no whip
#grande starbucks doubleshot on ice breve no classic one pump sugar free hazelnut one pump sugar free vanilla
#vente iced black tea no water with 6 pumps of classic and cream what does this even mean??? tea with no water????
#vanilla bean frappucino with a pump of raspberry syrup and 2 scoops of java chips with whipped cream and caramel drizzle
these aren’t fucking coffees these are fall out boy songs
“Uncle Jensen” and Thomas Padalecki | Salute to Supernatural Seattle 2016
I haven’t really posted about this here since the trip to Seattle, because everything is depressing enough, but unfortunately, this is where we’re at right now.
I need to get to Grampa’s funeral.
It’s going to be in Pennsylvania.
Just the plane ticket is $400+.
When I posted on Facebook about him being put into hospice, the number of people who shared stories about him from events I didn’t even remember was kind of incredible. He’s an amazing man who touched everyone he met, and I want to say goodbye.
If you have five bucks you can throw my way via credit card/debit card, the link is here: https://fundly.com/help-me-attend-my-grampa-s-funeral#gallery/1
If you don’t have a credit card and, like me, are mourning the loss of YouCaring right about now, you can also use my Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/Manage/Index
If you don’t have either of those: likes show compassion, but reblogs put my problem in front of new sets of eyeballs that might be able to help.
The odds are pretty good the funeral is going to be this week. I get paid tonight, but if I’m really fucking lucky this check will cover my bills–it’s a week’s pay short because of the time I spent in Seattle. Even if it was a full 80-hour check, it wouldn’t even cover airfare.
Please help. I don’t even have words left to be compelling or witty or whatever. Please, just … . help me say goodbye.
I really want to throw you some money on KoFi, but it just links me to my own profile page…
Thank you. I’ll have to see what’s up with it when I get home.
In the meantime, there’s a link to my Ko-Fi in my profile that should be working.
Thanks, aria. I forgot to look at it when I got home.
starbucks barista: ive got a caffe mocha for… “russian spy”?
everybody: [remains seated and eyes each other suspiciously]
barista [throwing his CIA badge at the floor in defeat]: dammit i thought for sure that would work
Memes that are funny in 2018 and 1958
man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.
“i wish i lived in the country side!”
no u dont. You dont want to have to drive an hour just to get some McDonalds. There is nothing to do here and everyone is racist. My neighbour’s chickens got stolen last week
The nearest Starbucks is 40 minutes away. The only things to do in my town are gamble, go to the gas station in your shit kickers, die and be buried in the town cemetery, or purchase an RV.
I can’t even purchase an RV.
We have three gas stations, a Sonic Drive-In, two Mexican restaurants, a pumpkin patch, and a CVS pharmacy that just opened three months ago.
People also drive around in a pick-up truck full of American flags and stick them in everyone’s front lawn for like every conceivable national holiday.
Also, every time a women expresses an opinion on our town website a man tells her to shut up and then starts mansplaining in less than 5 minutes. It’s become an inside joke with the women, ‘cause you know–if you don’t laugh you’ll cry.
The country sucks.
so why the fuck do we shame poor people for giving themselves little luxuries like starbucks and second-hand designer purses but nobody says a damn thing about rich people wasting extravagant amounts of money on gold-plated toilet seats and shit?? if you have so much extra fucking money that you’re spending it on a third sports car you may as well donate it to someone who really needs it. why the FUCK does society try to shame poor people for not wanting to be miserable all the time but turns a blind eye to rich fucks squandering huge amounts of money on useless shit. why.
me as hanzo: the world’s shittiest ninja, dishonorable titty who brings shame to team
enemy hanzo: hunts me down like a predator in the night, is everywhere and nowhere at once, ultimate is 12.7 dragons, unstoppable wolf furry with tiny ankles, I pick up my drink from starbucks and an arrow shoots up from my cup and kills me
