- I think its different than happiness, glee, bliss... But they're all a part of the same posative emotion family...
- I can't really think of more happy emotions, which is wierd. I can think of negative ones: mad, angry, sad, desprate, rejected, lonely, rage... Are all people that negative? or is it just me...?
Taylor The Latte Boy
Taylor the Latte Boy
Kristen Chenoweth
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.
I come in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!
So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way.
So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said "How are you?"
I said "Fine, and my name's Kristin"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I said "My name is Kristen, and thank you for the extra foam…"
And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
So I'd like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it's musical
Because he plays guitar.
So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village in the basement of a bar.
And he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! And he didn't think I knew
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing?
And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him.
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
I used to be the kind of girl
who'd run when love rushed toward her.
But finally a voice whispered "Love can be yours,
if you step up to the counter, and order."
Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him.
So many years my heart has waited,
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him,
I love him,
I love him.
Kristen Chenoweth
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.
I come in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!
So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way.
So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said "How are you?"
I said "Fine, and my name's Kristin"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I said "My name is Kristen, and thank you for the extra foam…"
And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
So I'd like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it's musical
Because he plays guitar.
So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village in the basement of a bar.
And he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! And he didn't think I knew
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing?
And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him.
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
I used to be the kind of girl
who'd run when love rushed toward her.
But finally a voice whispered "Love can be yours,
if you step up to the counter, and order."
Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him.
So many years my heart has waited,
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him,
I love him,
I love him.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
joy
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
name
- I met a Korean girl whose younger sister has the SAME EXACT NAME
- Like first middle last. All the same.
- Is it a Korean thing?
- Do all Korean siblings have the same name? Why is that? How can their parents differentiate?
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
wings!
- There was some chain store at some beaches called Wings. But I think Alvins Island baught them out...
- Why do penguins have wings if they can't fly? Why do ostriches have them?
- Do kiwis have wings?... It doesn't look like they do...
- But wait! Are kiwis even birds? I thought they were, but now I'm doubting myself....
- Don't bother commenting and saying "A Kiwi is a fruit." Because i allready thought of that pun and I just beat you to it... Ha!
- Maybe penguins' "wings" should be refered to as arm flaps or something...
- Does the definition of wings constitute they must fly?
- It bothers me that people always are trying to trick me with the whole "how many wings does a butterfly have?" They have four, ok! Everyone knows that!
"How are you?"
- Probably one of the most overused phrases in the American culture.
- I find it wierd that around here "how are you?" can be slipped in as a casual greeting to someone who is a complete stranger. It's even weirder that it's the same as "hello" in some cases and is replied to as such. For example- The Situation: A store counter
Civilian (most likely someone from around here): Hi.
You can't write stuff like that. Really, if someone writes something like that "It doesn't make sense;" when actually it's just demographics.
- people talk to strangers a lot here in "the south." Not so much anywhere else. But the question is: Are we to friendly? Or is everyone else just too cold?
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