- - Tuesday, November 11, 2003 Just kickin' it. Almost forgot what you look like It was a long day at the preschool today. I pride myself in acquiring a stronger stomach for the grotesque over the years, working in a preschool will do that to you. But there's only so much booger flinging, mud slinging, and play-do eating that I can handle in the course of a day. So at the end of our shift, I motioned to my co-worker/friend Kaozuaplia that it would behoove us to boogie to the nearest starbucks for a caffeine rush. She giggled, and complied. Coffee and gabbing was the order of the afternoon, and I bravely stepped up the bar with my purchase of a *deep breath* GrandeChocolateBrownieFrappacinow/DoubleShotofEspresso. Let me testify, that's some strong shee-it. When I got over the initial shock of the whip cream-covered potting soil going down, a strange feeling came over me. One sip turned into 45 and before I could say "Is this safe to drink?", I was laughing at things that weren't even funny. Like the way my body was tingling as if I just showered in novicane. "This is some g-g-good stiff....eh, I mean STUFF!" So Kaozua suggests the best thing to do when suffering from Frappacino poisoning is to raid the mall, in search of things we can't afford but will buy anyway. I giggled and complied. Shopping high on caffeine is a frickin' trip, dude. Kaozua is busy asking me involved questions like "Does this blouse work with these pants, or is it way too trendy?". Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep a straight face because I just saw a shirt from Paul Frank with a monkey dressed like Mr. T. "Holy CRAP, is that Mr. T?" One trip to starbucks, and all the sudden, I have the attention span of Rusty Smith. The night was completed with a trip to Target to buy some tunes. I just have to say, those little listening stations that let you listen to the compilation CD's rock my socks! We're pressing buttons for the 80's, 90's dance, and MONSTER BALLADS. Who needs a damn club, I'm goin' to Target! After noticing that a small crowd had formed around us, we took a few requests, signed a few autographs, and collected our tips. Kaozua came away with 5 CD's of 80's hits, and all the way home we belted out a-Ha's "Take On Me". It was a scene from the cutting room floor of The Wedding Singer. It's a good thing I have tomorrow off work, because I'm afraid I'll be incoherent in the morning.

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