I speak from experience when I say…Posted: June 12, 2010
..that it is not necessary, nor is it advisable, to consume an entire pot of coffee at two A.M. I don’t care if you’re thirsty. I don’t care if it sounds good. I don’t care if it’s organic, fair trade, locally grown, brewed with the sparkling tears of virgin unicorns from Narnia. Put that shit down. This is what happens:
Well, that’s what happened last time. This time there was no university campus to explore with a roommate. This time I decided to pull everything out of my closet and reorganize. By season. And style. And color. While the rest of the world slept. Yay, caffeine.
…that papaya has absolutely no flavor whatsoever. Nor are the seeds something you will ever want to pop into your mouth, for any reason whatsoever. Regardless of how much they look like a fruit-derived caviar.
Are my taste buds broken? I had such high hopes for a banana papaya smoothie…yet nothing. Absolutely nothing.
…Speaking of smoothies. Spring mix is NOT a good choice. I’d only made it about halfway (if that) through a Sam’s Club box that was on it’s last legs, and rather than chuck it, I chugged it. No bueno.
…that Cavo’s Dark Nights, Bright Days album is GENIUS. If you’re in the market for a new CD to work out to, go Itunes it immediately. At the very least, snag Champagne and Cavo for three minute nuggets of pulse-pounding perfection that are the perfect soundtrack for push-to-the-limit sprinting.
…that when you’re bumbling around in the kitchen and you hear a crash, assume the worst. Assume that your clumsy ass has just managed to knock over a glass and your precious mini blender, sending both to an early grave.
Rest in peace, baby Hamilton Beach. How am I going to get by without you? Eff, does this mean blender shopping? That must mean going into a kitchen electronics department, which inevitably means drooling over eighty gadgets, putting seventy into my cart, realizing I can’t afford sixty five of them, and leaving with four more things than I walked in for.
…That I need to go for a run before my head explodes. I’ve taken two rest days just because I’ve been mentally drained, and I’m ready to get back onto the pavement!
I want to know: what did your Saturday experiences teach you?