Thursday, Sept. 05, 2002 - 7:49 p.m.

I am soo craving Dunkin Donuts. :*( My mom went to pick up my brother and she was cleaning the car. As she brought in an EMPTY bag of Dunkin Donuts, I realized how long it's been since I had 'em.

Good stuff. Definitely.

Without Dunkin Donuts, cops wouldn't be able to survive. As a result, FAST DRIVERS *cough, ahem, cough* wouldn't ever get tickets and learn their lesson.

Ahh. The arome of coffee and donuts and croissants that whafts through the air. Delicious. MmmMm. Ok, I'll shut up before my readers start droolin' their tongue off.

There was this little Java Joe's Coffee House right near my house. It had the bestEST stuff too. But it closed down. *cries* I wonder why. They suck.

I remember one time I went over there and ordered some coffee, a small sized cup of Mocha, and the lady looked at me weird, as she searched frantically for a small cup.

I figured that's because most coffee houses don't KEEP small sized cups, since most Americans are damn crazy about coffee and wouldn't be satisfied with a small sized cup.

I mean, just look at the Desi peoplez in our community, they're absolutely crazy about CHAI. I won't say "US" because I don't drink chai, infact I hate it, which is why I don't belong into the chai slurping community. The Slurpers, like I like to call them.

My cousin works at StarBucks. I like that place too. See, these are actually people that KNOW how to make coffee. Desi's don't. Like a while back, I called my dad and asked him if he could bring home some StarBucks coffee, my mom started yelling in the background "Nahee beta, coffee ghar mai hai" (translation: No, we already have coffee beans at home.)

Whatever, I'd rather drink water before taking a sip of home desi made coffee. ugh.

Yesterday, I was craving chocolate. Reaalll bad. We even have some, but I didn't eat it because I had eaten too much for the day.

That, and I felt guilty even thinkin' about chocolate because I had a long workout in the morning. So, I didn't wanna ruin it.

I-don't-like-my-Uncle. OR anybody else. I just care about people that love me and the ones I love in return, and those include my Amp, friends (all of 'em, including the other me), and Angel and Miracle. Love is the only thing worth living for anyways.

Which reminds me, I took my kittens to Duluth Animal Hospital yesterday. The place was erm..pretty SMALL to be called a HOSPITAL, but hey, it's an animals place.

Anyways, their Vet was this dude named, Robert Dickinson (DON'T NOBODY LAFF AT DAT NAME, AIGHT?). but this doctor was liked experienced and stuff. 25 years of treating kutta's (canines=dogs)and felines. LOL!

But yeah, they said my kittys are perfectly healthy, alhamdulillah, but they still needed the usual immunization and stuff, so we got that done and headed out.

As my dad was payin the bill, this one nurse comes over to us and goes, "oh my gosh, aren't those kitties precious?" and I'm like, "yes, they are"

and then she's points at my kittens paws, and goes, "oh wow, this is a rare kitten you got there" and I'm like, "huh?" so she goes on telling me about how my one of the paws of my kitten, Miracle, has 6 fingers, and that's supposed to be really cool or something, not to mention, rare. and so she gives me the whole history behind it, like some writer name, Herrington or Hemmingway or SOMETHING, was really famous because he was a writer with a billion cats that all had an extra finger on their paws.

and so I just roll my eyes, but I gotta admit, I was pretty fascinated. Who woulda thought MY kitty would be this "lucky cat" or whatever? lol.

My dad was all trippin' and stuff, he's like "YOUR MOM WAS LIKE, LET"S GIVE 'EM AWAY TO A SHELTER. HELL, NO WAY AM I GONNA GIVE THIS ONE AWAY NOW"

Anyways, that was yesterday.

Today, I did the usual. Gym, Shower, Eat, blah blah blah. Then I went to the mall to pick up my bro's glasses, and then to Sam's Club. Gosh, my mom loves that place.

Don't all moms? All desi moms? =P

I'm tired. Peace folks.

-=Sal=-

((i stole someones signature style, SUE ME!))