Drinking Moby, Reading Moby...

So, I sat down today to take a much needed break from writing my exegesis (the word garrote comes to mind) with a bottle of ice tea and a copy of The Passage. I open my tea and take a sip. Nice tea, fruity but a bit spicy. Intrigued, I do what all humans do when they have tasted something they like... I turn the bottle over. What do I find? The bottle I was happily sipping away at was owned by Moby. (Not the actual bottle obviously- like, it wasn't stolen from the gym with Property of Moby written on it) That's right, Moby. Apparently he owns a Vegan tea store in New York called Teany Teas and my friendly neighborhood coffee shop sells his teas by the bottle.

So, why am I annoyed, gentle readers? Well, cause Moby (real name Richard Melville Hall) is the great, great, great (or something) grandson of my old pal Herman. Hence the nickname...

Gimme a break, universe. Seriously. Why does my heart feel so bad... indeed.

Good tea though.

October 18th - I Rue the Day

So, my project is due in three weeks.


Nuff said...