Also

"Barista" appears to be a unisex term.  This seems emasculating.  I like it.

The world continues to turn

I am now a "barista".  This is an ancient spanish word, meaning "coffee slave".  It is an ancient and noble tradition, mostly consisting of me taking orders from people, preparing coffee, and absorbing verbal abuse when they inevitably accuse me of preparing the wrong beverage.

I have been informed I am not allowed to abuse back.  I believe this to be a gross violation of my human rights, and I shall be contacting Amnesty International at my earliest convenience.

Fool me six times

Mary and I have made up.  For some reason, I apologized for what I said.  She told me she would try harder to be more considerate and, apparently, I believed her.

Maybe I'm being too hard on her.  She has, occasionally, been there when I have needed her, including several very vital times.

It just seems as though the older we get, the less she gives and the more she asks.  I get so tired of it some days.

Maybe I should just make more friends.  Better friends, perhaps.

Perhaps I will make my  first ever label, "Bitching about Mary".

It's oddly liberating.  I'm taking a moment to absorb the grand splendor of the situation.

Help me

Oh god.

Dates everywhere.

Tell my laptop I loved it.

Well, now that the fanfare has died

So, now that everyone in the world knows that I'm engaged, back to History!

...

Kill me now, please.  Do it quickly.  Or slowly, so long as it takes less time than History Class.

Suck it, sis

WHO'S THE FAVORITE NOW, BITCH?

Prognosis

Yes.

Yes he indeed will.

And also, he has provided me with a simple gold band, upon which is a very impressive diamond.

I said yes.

But really, the cherry thing is more impressive.