
As cool (in the sold-out, grown-up, yuppie-bastard sort of cool) as I think it is for me to be able to say things like, "Yeah, I have an 8 a.m. conference call with Australia and Singapore," the truth of the matter is that IT’S MONDAY MORNING, I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE 7:30, AND I WANT TO DIE.
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Let’s go buy a van, convert it to run on spent corn oil and travel around selling tshirts and grilled-cheese sandwiches at hemp festivals…
That’ll make you feel better.
Also, you should never have given up on coffee. It wouldn’t have given up on you…
melissa | 9.26.05 | 7pm
Will the grilled cheese be cooked in the spent corn oil?
That be some good eats.
Aimee | 9.26.05 | 8pm