In what could be described as shades of college, I made a late night coffee run to Sacred Grounds Coffee House off Busch Blvd. It has instantly cemented itself as one of my favorite places in Tampa. Read all about the place here.
Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Basically, I hate the internet and my computer right now. I gave myself an hour to write this review before I had to leave to go to my salsa dance lesson, and 35 minutes in I never got past writing the first sentence because of Shockwave plugins not working and fucking up the pages, having to switch browsers, and slow load times. Then it took another good chunk of time to finish the damn thing and post to Facebook and all that jazz for pretty much the same reasons. Sigh. I think I need a new computer, because I’m pretty sure my current one is just going to give up on life, give me the big ol’ finger, and explode in a firey ball of hate, anger, and spite. Fuck you, computer.
Anyway, the review is up. I went to a place in Hyde Park called Piquant. Read it and shit.
Second Examiner article in as many days. Am I on a roll or what? This one is more of an announcement/invitation to get your booty to the Oxford Exchange for a latte art throwdown among Tampa Bay baristas. Friendly competition is always fun, and friendly competition fueled by caffeine is a party. For details, clickety-click here.
While looking for the Peter Gabriel greatest hits album my dad burned for me awhile ago, I ran across a mixed CD I made, entitled, “SVB’s Badass Bootylicious Ghetto Spectacular Bonanza”*. Here are just a few tracks:
Half the shit I do in life would be so much easier to explain if I were on crack.
In other, less white-girl-trying-to-be-ironic news, I have a new Examiner review up. I visited a cute coffee shop in Carrollwood, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll check it out.