Starbucks Name

Ok, so my dear friend Kyra was over tonight for a little going away barbecue. We were discussing the fact that I am a "regular" at the Starbucks near me. I had to break the news to my barista that I'm leaving on Saturday. She was very sad and said she'd miss me, one of her favorite regulars. It was at this point that Kyra revealed that she has a "Starbucks Name". Because no one can spell or pronounce her name (Ciara, Keyra, etc) she goes by a code name, Karen. I want one. The problem is that I can't do it at the Starbucks by me because they know me by name. So if I walk in and tell them the tall non-fat, no whip white chocolate mocha is for Svetlana they're going to look at me like I'm nuts. I guess after I move I'll have to try out a Starbucks Name. Does anyone besides Kyra do this? I seriously want one.

So today I packed some more. And more. We now have 22 boxes, a suitcase, a Speedo bag and a partridge in a pear tree. Plus the kitchen sink. Let me tell you, I'm tired of packing. In fact, right now, I'm just plain tired.

I hope that everyone voted for Bo on "American Idol" tonight. If Carrie the Country Chick wins I'm officially not watching the show anymore. And I swear, if I have to hear Paula Abdul tell one more person that they can't sing on key but they look beautiful I'm going to scream. I voted for Bo 30 times tonight. That was just barely enough to cover how much Mom and I want him to win. If I wasn't packing I would have called all night long. I'm not kidding. I might even skip the "Lost" finale tomorrow to watch "American Idol" (speaking of which, does anyone have Tivo or can someone record it for me? Please?).

Ok, I'm going to bed.

Smithson. Out.