I have the worst luck ever.

No joke, I have lost both my driver’s license and my social security card (I know, feel free to mock me and my blondness. It’s highly encouraged.) In addition, even though I provided LOTS of identification at the DMV to replace my license, they still sent me home for insufficient ID. It’s been a very sad day.

Also, almost no one has RSVP’d for my birthday party. I mean, come ON, it’s my eighteenth! But nooooo, people don’t think of that anymore. It’s all “me me mee!!” Back in the good ole days….actually, it was pretty much the same. People never change, do they? I swear, if I get a ton of people on my doorstep expecting to party without RSVPing, I will slap them all. (But of course, I will admit them, because I want their presents >:) )

I’m not selfish or anything, I just want to feel loved. I’m a lover, not a hater. I’m a giver, not a taker. I will take under extenuating circumstances, however. Like on my birthday. It’s to be expected, isn’t it?

But anyways, I was really sad on the way back from the DMV today, so I stopped by Starbucks for a quick pick-me-up. I happened to have a free Starbucks drink reward on my card, so I was looking forward to sipping my delicious designer coffee at no harm to my already-light wallet. When I got there, I ordered the biggest size frappuchino they had (venti). Mmm it was going to make me so happy.

Then another sad thing; my card wouldn’t scan. I tried my other gift card (I’d forgotten which card had the reward), and that one wouldn’t scan. I pulled up the email on my handy-dandy iPhone, but the email wouldn’t come up for about 10 minutes, no joke. Meanwhile, my Venti Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuchino was gathering dust on the counter. I began to panic. I showed them the partial email that had come up, and I guess that was enough for them.

After much contemplation, they gave me the drink. As I walked out the store, thanking the barista and barist(o?) for their assistant, I took the first sip of that delectable beverage. The frosty concoction, ironically, warmed me from the inside out, my taste buds exploding from satisfaction. That frap brought me such happiness that I almost forgot about my license-less status. Almost.

My license is still missing. I’m still a bit bummed. But you know, when good people give fraps to deserving teenagers, the world can’t be all that bad. Can it?