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| Me explaining my Mocha Chiller/Frappuccino addiction to others. |
“It’s a
dirty old shame but all you get from love is a love song” is what the Carpteners
sing but I believe the only thing you get from love of a beverage is love
handles and a guilty conscious. (It’s a Mormon thing. But they are selling caffeine
on BYU campus so progress! But that’s a post for another day.)
Lately I’ve
realized that all the food items that I thought were all so wonderful really
weren’t. Don’t get me wrong they tasted wonderful but I wasn’t eating them or
drinking them to enjoy them I was doing it to avoid my emotions. When I was
sitting in the drive thru at Starbucks and they gave my favorite drink (a (size
redacted) Java Chip Frappuccino with four shots of expresso and two pumps peppermint.)
I looked at it and went this kinda looks a little gross. (It didn’t.) I should
throw this out. (I didn’t.) As I drank the whole thing I asked does this make
me happy?
No.
So I’m writing
this in staff meeting wondering if this is what adulting is wondering what other habits I've picked up that need to be Marie Kondo'd.
I'll keep you posted.
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