It says FRENCH ROAST, Bitch!

Sometimes I think the woman behind the counter at my office's coffeeshop/bodega secretly refills the French Roast coffee carafe with French Vanilla just to piss me off. Honestly, if I had her shitty, miserable, low-paying job, I too would probably find immense pleasure from fucking with people's morning cup of java. Still, bitch needs to learn to read cause now I'm sipping on shit that tastes and smells like something that comes in a goddamn candle. Eww.

In other news, sadly the Bulldyke is collecting cobwebs due to the fact that the weather has once again turned to shit and will probably continue to be bad until Wilma passes making for crappy riding conditions. Fucking hurricanes...