That Went Down Like A Lead Balloon

Right, so, fuck that bright idea.

Remind me to never suggest anything ever again. It never ends well.

Chocolatl

I'd had a Chantico from Starbucks before, and wasn't that impressed. I thought people raving about its strength and how they couldn't even finish it were, frankly, pussies. So, after English class, needing a shot of chocolatey goodness to get me through what's left of Dies Irae Valentine's Day, I stopped off at Starbucks and ordered two.

That was a mistake.

It would seem that my previous Chantico was made by an inferior barrista, at something like quarter-strength. I can now speak only in jitters.