tall, non-fat caramel macchiato please

spent last night catching up with old friends at - where else? - starbucks rockwell.

friend #1 hatched get-rich-but-not-that-quick schemes that (I must admit) sounded pretty good.
friend #2 regaled us with her bangkok escapades which, by the way, included an almost-encounter with a very talented p*ssy - heard it was a golf-ball-spewing and live-dove-trapping one!
friend #3 laughed and schemed along as she chugged down her cafe mocha.
friend #4 kept to himself mostly - as he didn't know friend #1 and #2 very well. he was a sport though.

and friend #5? the one who woke me up (okay, so it was already noon, but still) and told me to keep my evening free for this get-together thing? she was a no-show. her ex was apparently sick. so florence nightingale ran off to hold his hair back as he retched, blowing us all off in the process. okay, so he was sick. it's understandable, right? as in totally understandable, right?!? then, pray tell, why is my right eyebrow shooting up to my hairline?!?

O o O

argh. all my comments have disappeared. lost in cyberspace. through no fault of mine, by the way. i know it's just me and the duck doing most of the chattering. but still.