Just finished my third day at Starbucks. The register seems more complicated than it needs to be - but that's neither here nor there.
Turns out the cute girl at work is only 17. For three days I thought she was at least 20. I have too many dirty thoughts running through my head for her to only be 17. If you need me I'll be taking a very long cold shower trying hard not to be the weird 25 year old leering at high school girls. I don't want that to be me. That guy is just creepy.
In Which I Cry
2 weeks ago