look, you can have your upscale, hip, cutting-edge starbucks with their coffee that sucks. as for me, gimme that old time religion!
i LOVE getting coffee from places like jolly pirate donuts. i would even rather get a coffee from united dairy farmers than i would from starbucks. i have such a thing against starbucks, i can't tell you.
starbucks, minus their coffee, is perfect. who wants perfect?????? and when i say, "who wants perfect," i mean, "everybody wants perfect except me." (and the proof that i don't want perfect is in the fact that i said, "everybody wants perfect except me," when i know FULL WELL that it should be "everybody wants perfect except i." but i say, "me," instead of "i," just to be imperfect. i love imperfect!)
i hate apples, but on the rare occasion that i do eat an apple, i always try to pick the one with a bit of a blemish or a dent or a bruise on it. not an apple that's totally beat to hell, of course, but one that's a little not quite right.
i have blogged before about my love of chipped china. i loooooove chipped china!
i like socks that don't match and accidentally putting on your navy shoes when you meant to put on your black ones.
i like it when hair isn't the same on both sides.
i like it when your roots show.....provided your roots are gray, not black.
just like the little old lady's from the jolly pirate donut shop.
