and then there were two

i came in here to address seasonal holiday cards, so of course instead i am pillaging my co-buxers.

currently, i am pondering how some people can rock the whole highwater-pants-scarf-in-hair thing, the whole meg-ryan-in-you've-got-mail thing, the whole i'm-too-cool-to-care thing. obviously, TRYING to be too cool to care defeats the whole purpose. i mean, if you're too cool to care, the last thing you're doing is trying. pluswise, meg ryan has wardrobers and hairstylists and suchnot so that she doesn't have to care, even if she were not too cool not to. if you see what i mean. "grande skinny nonfat-whip gingerbread latte" in the highwaters and coif scarf over there, she looks as if she believes she is too cool to care, but to believe you are too cool to care, you have to recognize your place on the coolness scale and assess yourself as uncaring, and in so doing both, you lose the game. as it were. but here i, "venti christmas blend plus double shot", consider things and i conclude that highwaters are ridicularious. who buys pants that don't fit? besides meg ryan's wardrobers.

there should be a proviso against wearing stretchy pants with a word emblazoned acrossed the buttocks and an additional limitation on tucking said pants into a pair of uggs and yet further stricture on wearing said outfit on a 75º day, even if that day is in november, to the point where these regulations would combine to cause anyone thuswise wardrobed to immediately burstalize into flame. ergo, i am fully prepared for the patron in the next chair to combust, spontaneously or otherwise.

if you came into a starbux with the intention of having some sort of gift exchange, say for instance a holiday thingamajig or a birthday whatsis, and this starbux you came into was previously habited by a potentially combustible patron in one chair and an exceedingly cool, although not in highwaters, patron in the next chair, and perchance the remainder of the entire store was vastly devoid of patronage, and you were going to, say, share a vapidly inane tale of your muddy boots whilst exclamatorily unwrapping previously stated giftage... would you for this adventure choose seats directlynextto the seats already occupied, in lieu of all the freakingly empty seats? explain.

i'll be over to the publix, fetching milk and whatnot.