Let me tell you, reader. I am blogging from American Apparel and I am afeared. I can't tell what demographic they're going for---children? Dancers? Pornography? Childish pornographers who dance? Regardless, I'll keep this brief.
There is nothing so terrifying at 6 30 in the morning as reaching into the keurig cup box, only to be met with cold, hard, empty cardboard. As I stagger to work in a caffeineless haze, I stop at my local 7-11 and pour my own coffee and pick up the half and half. It's light. Too light. I look and my worst fears are realized. Congealed cream stares back at me. Disgusted I put it back in the bin, and that's when I saw it. The pumpkin spice creamer. Oh thank you, sevvies! I know you had more than just surprisingly delicious vegan sandwiches. The pumpkin spice of course enhanced my coffee to the point of actually enjoying a crappy seven eleven coffee. It was fate. Pumpkin saved my morning. Photo to follow.
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