If you’re like me, you are late to every single thing you have to do. No matter how hard you try you can never be early. You envy morning people who can just get going and get things done on time. Our affliction isn’t accepted in a society that values being on time, but don’t worry late people, at least we have each other.
10. On the first day of the semester, you swear you are going to turn your habits around.
9. But then your first 8am rolls around and you’re like…
8. That judgmental look when you walk in late…with Starbucks/McDonalds/Taco Bell in your hands.
I thought I had time okay?
7. Being out of breath when you finally make it to class.
6. You always come up with a perfect excuse for your tardiness.
5. Setting 10 alarms to wake up and sleeping through all of them.
4. Your friends tell you things are 30 minutes earlier than they actually are.
And you still show up 5 minutes late.
3. You could start getting ready 3 hours early and still be late.
2. After getting ready for a night out, your room looks like a tornado hit.
1. Texting “omw” while you’re still getting ready.
I am just a terrible person, and you are going to have to accept it.
I think it is safe to say that just as easy as one can find a gas station at any street intersection, you are likely to also find a Starbucks. Maybe a McDonald’s, maybe, but definitely a Starbucks. Despite Mickey D’s attempt at doing coffee, they just can’t touch the wide grip that Starbucks has on this country (and planet).
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Started in Seattle but quickly made it’s way to, quite literally, the opposite side of the world in Australia, Starbucks has changed the coffee game forever. Sure, you can have your favorite mom and pop cafe down the road that somehow still gets your order wrong after all this time, but you hate consumerism so you keep going there instead of one of the 4 Starbucks on your block.
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I totally get that, you should support local businesses, and more power to you. However, you’re wrong if you think that Starbucks hasn’t influenced the way everyone does coffee, how often everyone drinks it, and even how we go about ordering it. Let me explain.
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When you first stepped into that mom and pop place, did you know how to order? I worked at one of those cafes before, and the amount of people that asked if we do “grande” or “venti” sized drinks were a dime a dozen. I’d politely reply, “No ma’am/sir, just small or medium.” That’s the power of Starbucks, and that’s how long they have been around to hugely influence our lives and coffee drinking habits. But you already knew all of that! What we are here to discuss is why?
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A lot of people think the answer is as simple as honoring the true Italian coffee culture, and in a way they are right, but it’s not as simple as that. Thrillist recently discovered the truth behind why we are required to order in a different language. (But ‘tall’ is not Italian?)
Look guys, we gotta talk about this chicken nugget thing. I love chicken nuggets as much as anyone else, and if you ask anyone else they’ll tell you that they love chicken nuggets a lot. If I’m hungry, a bit strapped for cash maybe, you know I’ll be pulling into Burger King and scooping up 10 nuggets for $1.50. If I’m trying to live lavish, I’ll go to McDonald’s and get the best chicken nugs in the land.
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Literally everyone of every age can find pleasure in a chicken nugget. I’d even be willing to say that, if you don’t like them, you could well be a straight up liar, but I do understand that some people have different tastes. But tell me, nugget haters, have you ever dipped your nugget in some sweet, sweet BBQ sauce? Some tangy but palatable honey mustard, perhaps?
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The chicken nugget is, however, one of the most controversial foods of recent years. Professional chefs like Jamie Oliver who advocate for healthier foods in schools is practically on a crusade against the delicious fried bites of mystery meat. Some parents restrict their children from enjoying the rich, savory taste of a chicken nugget. I’m sorry, guys. It’s hard for me to think about a kid going nuggetless.
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And then there are the legends of vegans, vegetarians. They’re tribes of warrior monks that live in the mountains and feed only on grass, having absolved themselves not of just chicken nuggets but all meats in their search for power. Bode well, brothers and sisters, for you are much stronger of will than I. We thank you for your sacrifices.
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If it sounds like I’m worshipping chicken nuggets here, I’m not being serious, of course. The thing is, some people absolutely do love chicken nuggets that much and will go to extreme lengths to get their hands on them. They’re pretty good, I can’t deny, but the way some people relish their fast food favorites is almost cult-like.
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Keep reading to find out what happened when one woman pulled a gun on a fast food worker for not getting enough nuggets.
I never want to have a roommate every again in my entire life. They smell, they are often naked, and they don’t have boundaries.
The following is a list of 13 reasons why I refuse to have a roommate ever again; aside from the fact that roommates are awful in general. I’m a true fan of solitude.
*NOTE: SOME OF THESE STORIES ARE ABOUT THE SAME ROOMMATE – I DIDN’T HAVE 13 CRAZY ROOMMATES (ALTHOUGH SOMETIMES I WONDER)*
Yah, you read that right. A couple of years ago my roommate was a complete and total wierdo. She was constantly accusing people of doing things that were intended to harm her in one way of another. This girl was the epitome of “the world is out to get me”. One weekend in particular she had a couple friends from home visiting, and they were staying in our tiny apartment with us. I was in my bedroom, which was connected to the kitchen, doing some studying when I heard my roommate start cooking breakfast with her friends. They were cooking for about 10 minutes when one of her friends asked if she could help herself to some orange juice, to which my roommate replied, “Yes, but grab the one in the back because the other one has butter in it” (Yes, ladies and gents – BUTTER). Her friend naturally was freaked out and asked why. My roommates answer was “Oh, I think she’s been drinking my orange juice, so I put butter in it”. Can you say crazy?
This roommate was also my cousin – I think it’s important to know that before we get into the story. She was my best friend for my entire life, and so when she moved to my city, we decided we would live together to save on rent! About halfway through the year she got a new boyfriend who was over all the time, and they would leave their dishes and garbage everywhere, so naturally I asked if she could keep it tidy, because it was getting gross (what an understatement). This was the start of WWIII because from this point on we didn’t get along. She stayed disgusting, but now wanted to make my life a living hell and decided she would destroy all of my condoms. Luckily I discovered it before I used any, but really… This kind of revenge is just uncouth.
In my first year of college I lived in a townhouse on campus with 5 other girls. I went to high school with one of them, one of them became my best friend, 2 of them were from the same town and were best friends, and then there was this one girl that got kicked out of her original townhouse because her roommates hated her, and we said it was fine if she lived with us. We were being kind, ok? Oh, the regret. Throughout the year we started to realize our dishes and utensils started to drop in numbers. It was fine because between the 6 of us we had enough dishes to get by, but it was still sort of odd. When this roommate finally moved out we went into her room to find all our dishes piled up in a tower – along with all of her caked on foods from the year.
