eat at roybertito's

not entirely sure why it has to be so god damn arctic effing cold in my office. but it is. and i understand that i have a colder temperature disposition than most people, but holy hell. does the AC need to be on in march? it does not. my fingernails are blue. i almost think that if i wasn't typing this i'd be on the floor, shivering, then convulsing, then finally dying of hypothermia. altho on the plus side, i get to drink a lot of tasty tea to keep me warm. i'll get a nice cup of jasmine, and huddle around it, waiting for my fingers to unfreeze so i can continue on with my job. also then i get to use my super cute mug from starbucks. yes yes, they are the devil, but they make a mighty adorable mug. except it's really effing heavy. i kinda knew that when it was being bought. but its awesomicity cancelled out of that nonsense. but when i first filled it and tried to walk back to my desk, it almost took my arm off. luckily the cup gets so hot that it would have cauterized the wound so everything would have turned out fine. but still. how can starbucks make a mug that gets stupid hot but are unable to make a latte hotter than lukewarm? what if you had just purchased a latte. you calmly stroll outside and boom. you get mugged. instead of giving up your goods, you decide to throw the latte in his face - 'cause muggers are always dudes - and basically, the guy laughs in your face, punches you in baby maker and steals your wallet. effing starbucks. or what if you and your SO bought lattes together and he picks that moment to tell you he cheated. normal response would be to throw whatever's handy. but no one learns from a lukewarm latte. if you take anything away from my blog, i hope it's that. NO ONE LEARNS FROM A LUKEWARM LATTE.