Thursday, September 2, 2010

Chai Induced Insomnia, Insomnia Induced Blog

 It's like a sickness. 

I'm in Starbucks, again.  Embarrassed, again.  Unsure of how I got here, again.

I'm frowning at my change purse--which is already unzipped in anticipation, the little slut--when the barista makes me feel like the most predictable boob in the history of predictable boobs.

"Venti Soy Iced Chai, right?"

I nod in mixed shock and deepened embarrassment.

"Bree, right."

"Mmm-hmm."

"714-7..."  Pauses.  "I can never remember the rest."

I narrow my eyes at her and her little nineteen-fifties reproduction glasses, then sigh and recite the rest of my phone number for her.

Twelve hours later and the shame and caffeine are still keeping me up, so I decided to start that blog I've been putting off.

I hope this blog doesn't turn out to be as embarrassing and predictable as my daily sleepwalk to Starbucks, but I'm pretty sure I'll still feel like a boob from time to time.

XO,

Bree

5 comments:

  1. I'm stalking you! I mean, ahem...following you at a reasonable distance. YAY Bree!
    Oh, and for some reason, it thinks I'm Tallon, but I'm not. I'm his mother, allegedly.

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  2. i feel like a boob from time to time, oh wait that’s not right, i feel... ;)

    blogging is good pals with insomnia, you’ll make great acquaintances :D

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  3. Looks to me like it it time for another chai - this one seems to have worn off...

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  4. Well, It's apparent that your blog isn't as DAILY as the walk to Starbucks...

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