Venti Skim Chai

It's sad really how much Starbucks infiltrates my brain, I have nightmarish convulsions in my sleep. But i'm suprised really, how much play I get because I work at Starbucks. I've persuded the masses to so many things with a promise of a free Caramel Macchiato, despite the fact that it actually should be made with a half cup of foam. I've received numerous looks from passerbys, because I sport the half-naked green mermaid. For example, Waiting for the bus in the pouring rain " homeless Kunta Kinte lookin boy" is moving his mouth I assume in attempt to make conversation, I was to busy being distracted by his frequent grabbing of his penis, to pay him any mind, how about next time you try to wrap me up, Roscoe, because of my stereotyping nature that has to be his name, you shower, or maybe stop trying to brag me with a dollar to walk you around the corner. Or One-eyed Man, well not actually, peering at me around corners, please open both of your eyes and focus them to the front! Keep on truckin! Lately i've been contemplating relocation. Its a hard decision to make because thats it, once I move thats my life, there is no one to back you up, no one to fix your mistakes, just you. But the great thing would be that i would be around my best friends the ones who mean the absoulute most. But you cant live your life for your friends. P.S. Pick up your phone before I have to lay the smackdown! really, I miss you.