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If you are telling them what’s in it, it’s not a problem. It’s when you just ask for something by name that isn’t a menu drink that it comes a problem. For instance I’ve seen several different recipes for the Captain Crunch frap, so if you didn’t tell me what to put in the drink, you might get the wrong thing. Also

You are fine. That is straightforward and you aren’t calling it “Penguin Milk” or some shit like that.

I was fine making whatever as long as the person was clear an polite about their instruction. Like my regular who always wanted a ton of extra matcha powder in her iced green tea latte, and didn’t want it stirred in all the way. Weird, but she was always nice and told us exactly what she wanted, so no one ever

Christ, that used to drive me insane. I haven’t worked there in years and I still curse whenever I see those articles pop-up. I mean, I’d happily (okay, grudgingly) put whatever flavor syrups you want in your frappicino, but you gotta tell me what they are.

Keep this in mind when you are deciding how high you are willing to bid bid:

She is a goddess.

Yeah, it’s not like people are watching it, thinking it’s a 100% real portrayal of how TV works. He should have just laughed it off and ignored it. All he accomplished here was make me think that part of it did strike too close to home.

Chris Harrison can bite me. I fucking love this show. It’s melodramatic and crazy and fun as hell. It fills the empty spot in my tv-heart since I stopped watching General Hospital and All My Children.

I AM OBSESSED! I’m so happy that it got renewed.

I agree, but dude should have realized what was up the moment he saw her face. That was not the expression of a woman who was about to accept a proposal.

I love that ASOS puts the heights of the models under the descriptions on their dresses. Every place should do this.

I want those shower capsules too. I have zero use for them, but I want them anyway. I am a sucker for capsules.

Hijacking this because I need help and y’all know more about pretty things than me. I’m going to a wedding here: http://piersixty.com/current/about-… in September. Evening ceremony. What level of fancy does my dress need to be? I’m a little over 5’11, I wear a 6/8 depending on brand, and I have a smallish chest. What

$10 for 18 tampons? Jesus christ. I guess I’ll stick with my ‘toxin’ filled store brand.

I’m weirdly relieved that these are all people that I already dislike or don’t care about.

My favorite author autograph was from urban fantasy author Richard Kadrey. He did this really dark BDSM horror pulp book years ago that I tracked down a used copy of. He was super surprised when I showed up to a signing with it and he wrote “Thanks for still talking to me after reading this.” Plus he remembered

My favorite con experience was with Nichelle Nichols. I was a volunteer and ended up setting at her table the entire weekend, taking money and handling the line. She was super-sweet and chatted with me a lot. At the end of the weekend she not only gave me a signed photo, but wrote me a lovely note wishing me luck on

I came out to my parents over Thanksgiving break my Freshman year of college. That Christmas we had extended family over. One of my younger cousins, probably around 13 or 14, uttered the word dyke (I don’t remember the context, but it wasn’t directed at me). My mom came from the other room like an avenging angel, got

That Bra Tee makes me angry. I don’t know why it makes me angry. And it probably shouldn’t make me angry. But it does, in fact, make me angry.

Yeah, I’d like to say that it doesn’t bother me, but it does genuinely bother me.