this is what happens when i should be writing about recycling, and don't

i generally crave strange things. to the point that i will probably eat normally, should i ever become pregnant. because my usual diet is just that... off (for instance, i survived on cottage cheese and kidney beans with basil for part of college. and liked it). but i know something is seriously wrong with the universe at about the time i start craving starbucks food. as in, food that i have thrown out in so many different conditions of ick (none of which actually make it to being sold, don't worry) that you'd think i would avoid it for the rest of my life. but no.

yesterday it was a very specific condition of toffee bar: the instant they arrive and come out of the package, and are amazingly moist and delicious to an extent that you would never know existed, because they lose this quality within about the first twenty minutes and you have to work there and accidentally break one to be able to experience it. good luck buying that. the point at which i knew to worry, though, was when i actually found myself craving the weird mini banana breads with chocolate chips. good enough, if your eight-year-old concocted it. not impressive if you have to pay $5 for it. wtf? was the brainwashing really that successful, or did they just implant some sort of chip in my brain when i wasn't paying attention? because i kind of thought i had managed to maintain a healthy skepticism, rather than becoming one of those convert-for-life robots that companies like to call "employees." can i just go back to my normal desire to make really good cappuccino foam* now? this is freaking me out.

but not as badly as pottery barn suddenly being all about COLOR! ** is freaking me out. for that, i might need counseling.



*really good cappuccino foam is one of the most wonderful experiences ever. it has a kind of zen to it. it's pretty. it's thick and velvety. you can make designs in it if you're uber cool. i really, really miss it. you should run out and get yourself an espresso machine (from anywhere you please; no corporate whoring here) and experience this for yourself. if you don't like cappuccino, you can always just have a foam fight when you're done. not quite as entertaining as a raspberry whipped cream fight (which dyes people pink) but pretty darn close. also, if you do get an espresso machine, i want to come play. no, seriously.
** that comforter, by the way, is one of the ugliest things i have ever seen. you know the one i mean. but i'm slowly falling in love with the room with the beige couch, not all of which can be explained by the presence of organized books (holy grail of my life) in the picture.