Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Skim, the Bane of my Existence
It's really depressing at work sometimes.
The fug of depression is brought on by the more generously proportioned of our local community coming into my fine work establishment. They start their order:
"Regular double shot Latte with skim and caramel"
"No worries, any sugars?"
"Oh, yeah, three please"
Suffice to say, this grinds my gears something foul.
WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF SKIM MILK WHEN YOU ADD ABOUT DOUBLE THE CALORIES OF THE MILK WITH THE SYRUP AND SUGARS?
And I mean, with the look of you, skim milk's not going to do anything for you anyway.
Exercise and healthy eating would do you a far greater level of comparative good.
And it's really depressing because I feel sorry for these people, that they need to put their minds at peace by using skim milk instead of full fat, but they can't shake their own wanton addiction and ignore their own needs by putting all the sugar in it, or worse, happily accepting the free cookies we provide as part of our coffee, which are basically just sugar. How about a trade in? Change your skim milk for full fat but trade your cookies and sugar syrups for some exercise and maybe a salad or a piece of fruit.
It pisses me off when people make a token gesture towards something they obviously need but completely nullify it through some other weakness. It pisses me off and it depresses me, simultaneously, that they don't have the spine to just say no.
The fug of depression is brought on by the more generously proportioned of our local community coming into my fine work establishment. They start their order:
"Regular double shot Latte with skim and caramel"
"No worries, any sugars?"
"Oh, yeah, three please"
Suffice to say, this grinds my gears something foul.
WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF SKIM MILK WHEN YOU ADD ABOUT DOUBLE THE CALORIES OF THE MILK WITH THE SYRUP AND SUGARS?
And I mean, with the look of you, skim milk's not going to do anything for you anyway.
Exercise and healthy eating would do you a far greater level of comparative good.
And it's really depressing because I feel sorry for these people, that they need to put their minds at peace by using skim milk instead of full fat, but they can't shake their own wanton addiction and ignore their own needs by putting all the sugar in it, or worse, happily accepting the free cookies we provide as part of our coffee, which are basically just sugar. How about a trade in? Change your skim milk for full fat but trade your cookies and sugar syrups for some exercise and maybe a salad or a piece of fruit.
It pisses me off when people make a token gesture towards something they obviously need but completely nullify it through some other weakness. It pisses me off and it depresses me, simultaneously, that they don't have the spine to just say no.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Seething Rain Weeps For You
For a while I've wanted to get a tattoo, just a small inconspicuous one somewhere not visible in every day clothing.
I reckon I'll end up getting words, and I've started looking for good stuff.
I think I'll just get a passage from this song. I think this has the best lyrics of any song I've ever heard.
Saying goodbye now
Looking at friends
A lump comes in my throat
Hearing them all speak of you
It rains
We have no umbrella brought
With which the wind be fought
The seething rain weeps for you
Speaking of better days
There are so many things I want to say
Should I re-live my life
I´d run into you much sooner
Time has, it would seem
Quickened its pace
Leaving upon your face
A curly smile meant just for me
Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do
With destruction hands
And low lit snow becoming
Winter body aches
Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do
From my window I watch the day go by
[Uda Pruda]
I reckon I'll end up getting words, and I've started looking for good stuff.
I think I'll just get a passage from this song. I think this has the best lyrics of any song I've ever heard.
Saying goodbye now
Looking at friends
A lump comes in my throat
Hearing them all speak of you
It rains
We have no umbrella brought
With which the wind be fought
The seething rain weeps for you
Speaking of better days
There are so many things I want to say
Should I re-live my life
I´d run into you much sooner
Time has, it would seem
Quickened its pace
Leaving upon your face
A curly smile meant just for me
Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do
With destruction hands
And low lit snow becoming
Winter body aches
Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do
From my window I watch the day go by
[Uda Pruda]
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Pommy Git
There's a new British guy at work.
He was really surprised that I could tell he was from London just from his accent.
He's a football fan, but he supports United despite the fact he's from sodding London!
(Reckons he likes the way they play)
He made fun of Australians pretty much the whole time, and our accents and culture and stuff. Don't really know why he's here to be honest!
He was really surprised that I could tell he was from London just from his accent.
He's a football fan, but he supports United despite the fact he's from sodding London!
(Reckons he likes the way they play)
He made fun of Australians pretty much the whole time, and our accents and culture and stuff. Don't really know why he's here to be honest!
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