oopsy doops.
why do things change so fast? argh. regret is an awful feeling. I'm a sorry sorry girl. everything is precious. precious.
on a lighter note, we have a serial masturbator at work. a certain gentlemen, apparently aroused by the smell of our delicious mesa blend, jerks it on the patio all the time. with a newspaper in his lap like he's all stealth and shit. we have kicked him out numerous times, attempted to call the police; one woman says she recognized him from getting kicekd out of starbucks for the same offense. what what? no preservative pastries are the greatest foreplay ever people, take my word for it.
shite, gotta jet.
love always,
katie
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