Do a Kickstarter for it!

I've never lived in a house that had a "real" attic, just one of those creepy crawlspaces with the pull-down ladder. Still, I always fantasized about crawling up their, finding a cache of old letters (love letters, obviously) and... I don't know, becoming famous among my peers for it, I guess.

Yes, and for only the cost of the espresso!

Barista chipperness is like the Southern "bless your heart".

Crippled airplane coming in for landing.

Y'know what, I haven't even seen it, and I'm okay with that.

Good! Can I ask why?

Former Barista Anger is a powerful force.

I want to share my to GT! Can I copy you? (Your idea, not your post:)

HE ANSWERED THE PHONE?!?!

Fucking STRAIGHT (no milk cutter) eggnog lattes. Steamed eggnog smells like a chicken's ass.

Two shots, over ice, in a 20 ounce cup. Then the guy goes to the milk bar and pours 19 ounces of half-and-half over.

27, Fanciest Hotel Ever, new husband, figuring out the condom looked a little like Puppetry of the Penis, it was nice. He was a fast learner :-)

Best party ever right there.

I've yet to see a mullet hemline I liked.

Ha! No, no I did not.

I had a professor who had the same rule. In desperate need of caffeine, I forgot the rule, then spent an agonizing two minutes outside the classroom door chugging my incredibly hot latte.

Sad confession time: In college, it took at least ten minutes to walk out of the library to the cafeteria, fight for a table, then eat my sad lunch while stressing out that I should be studying. So I would eat in the bathroom. Not in a stall, just at the sink. Like a boss.

Has anyone seen the documentary? It sounds interesting. I went to Ukraine when I was a young teenager, and didn't know very much about the country when I went. AS we drove away from the train station at three in the morning, there was a lone building in the middle of the country, with a large line of woman snaking…

Oh Kinja. (sighs)