I Am Starbuck's Bitch
I have gone probably 2! months without my coveted White Chocolate Mocha in the morning. I broke the short lived habit and felt that I had conquered the Starbuck's craving like so many other suburban corporate woman around me struggle to do.
I proclaimed to the heaven's! I AM NOT STARBUCK's BITCH.
I will not buy their cream cheese danish laden with sweet cheesy goodness!
I will not accept Michael Buble as my Lord and Personal savior nor the other many CD artists who line their counters!
I will NOT be drawn to them like a moth towards light in the morning for white chocolatey coffee with whipped creamy salivating yumminess!
Until, I shoot straight awake at 8:00AM on a work day (the time I usually LEAVE the house)fold clothes from dryer, get dressed, have a bad hair day, rub aloe on my still sunburned skin, run out the door in the rain, and drive to work in traffic.
Then... and only then ... I will become Starbuck's bitch again.