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Are we going to question that Adele called her through a calculator?
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Are we going to question that Adele called her through a calculator?
Click on this post to see the Vine! It’s about people who think writers enjoy killing characters.
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When people say writers enjoy killing characters.
So, interesting story. It’s totally true, by the way. And it’s short. The holy trinity of a good story.
We were out at lunch the other day with my nephews and nieces, and we were set to order. Specifically, we were ordering drinks.
Normally, if we are going out to eat, I’ll order a soda because we don’t go out too often. A special occasion ought to be celebrated in my mind. And if we’re celebrating, then I’m treating myself. But, although I love a good cold Coca-Cola, I don’t bother ordering it. At least here in America, it seems like most restaurants don’t serve it. You can ask for a Coke all you want, and they’ll always answer, “Is Pepsi ok?” They know it’s not ok that they’re depriving the world of a heavenly beverage, but they ask it anyway. Maybe they just see me coming and worry that I’ll drink it all. Admittedly, that probably wouldn’t be wrong. Either way, I order a Pepsi when I’m out.
But. BUT. This time something odd happened. She asked what I wanted, and I said “Pepsi”. She then replied, “We don’t have any Pepsi right now. Is Coke okay?
My eyes nearly welled up. This has never happened before, nor probably ever will again to me. But I responded calmly, “sure.” Inside I was singing praises. And I did get that Coke.
So, this is an encouragement to all the Coke lovers out there.
There is now hope.
(To all those severely worried about my mental health after reading this, yes, I am aware that there is not much difference between Coke and Pepsi. I grew up in a Coca-Cola-loving family, and therefore it is nostalgic to me. Allow me this moment of joy.)
happy Ides of March all y’all plebeians
REMIND ME TO REBLOG THIS EVERY MARCH 15TH UNTIL I DIE
It’s, it’s Shakespeare, right? That makes it still work with my blog…? Nah, it’s funny, I couldn’t help myself.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Making the link between anarchism and Christianity.
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