HellBenttoo
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Today it was my turn to take coffee to work. I swing by Walmart, which I hate, but it is on my way to work. I find the coffee isle and suddenly, I am paralyzed. Choices, so many damned choices. Folgers alone has 35 distinct varieties of ground coffee. Seriously?
I grew up in a tiny town in the mountains of Idaho. We had one place to buy ice cream. You wanted ice cream, you got ice cream. Vanilla.
In my teens I moved to a larger town in Montana. We had two places to buy ice cream. They both offered vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. Choices. Choice is good, so is ice cream.
I moved to a small city in Washington after high school. They had Baskin Robbins. 31 flavors. Choices, too many fucking choices. I stopped eating ice cream.
I was late for work today. My co-workers are pissed. We are out of coffee.
Don't even get me started on internet porn, I might have to join a monastery.
I grew up in a tiny town in the mountains of Idaho. We had one place to buy ice cream. You wanted ice cream, you got ice cream. Vanilla.
In my teens I moved to a larger town in Montana. We had two places to buy ice cream. They both offered vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. Choices. Choice is good, so is ice cream.
I moved to a small city in Washington after high school. They had Baskin Robbins. 31 flavors. Choices, too many fucking choices. I stopped eating ice cream.
I was late for work today. My co-workers are pissed. We are out of coffee.
Don't even get me started on internet porn, I might have to join a monastery.
