The day I decided to bankrupt myself.

My life revolves around the three Cs:  Coffee.  Cereals.  and...Cuddling.  For Lent one year I tried to tame the coffee thing.  Ask my roommates how that went.

Every morning I drive from The Gym to The Shop, making a pit stop for Starbucks.  I do this because on lunch I can go get my refill for 54 cents.  Right?  54 freakin' cents.  That's excellent.

Finally, the barista (also known as an 'English Major') suckered me into a Starbucks card - just a regular gift card that you can register online and reload.  Let me restate that: register online and RE. LOAD.

What the EFF.  Not only am I now obsessed with obtaining GOLD level rewards (because I really, really want the special gold card that they send...just to you!) - but now I'm fiscally committed/actively bankrupting myself with Automatic Payment.  The idea of suited men, laughing with their cigars and espressos (free, probably), sitting around a board room will now haunt me with every swipe - the 54 cent refills is ironic now that they have my credit card information.

Well played, Corporate. Well played...