27 March 2012

I saw my tea fairy today. She said I looked tense and suggested white tea, on her. I think my face may have been twitching from my antipsychotic because I was feeling fine. Wasn't sure what to say. She helped me birthday shop for my sister and I mentioned I might be looking for a job selling tea. It would be good for me to be around girls who are silly all day. They aren't mean, not bitchy at all. It would take me out of myself.

6 comments:

Boris Kane said...

I don't think a bad word can be said about a person that sells tea. Coffee, is another story.

wrenna said...

I recently wrote an e-mail to my favourite coffee place complaining that the guy at the bar was too lazy to hold the milk pitcher himself while making my latte, thereby denying me foam. Tea people take care.

wrenna said...

My favourite coffee place has offered me a couple of free coffees in exchange for a meeting with the manager. Doh! Feel like I'm headed to the principal's office.

Boris Kane said...

Haha, this reminds me of all those hipster coffee connoisseur youtube clips.

wrenna said...

Yeah, they only hire people with tattooed sleeves at this coffee place.

Factory Supervisor said...

I meet the required employment credentials then..
Lazy & tattooed sleaved..
but then my Francis Goya/Klimt/Clarke sleeves may be to high brow?
;)