So... if I work at a coffee shop, does that make me a barrista? That would so be the coolest job title I've ever had.

A private eye (supposedly) stopped by the coffee shop the other day. Basically she told me not to call the cops on her for hanging around because she used to be one and it would not go well with me. I tried not to laugh. It was fun to think of noire sentences relating to the coffee shop and stakeouts. Unfortunately no one was around to bandy these extremely witty constructions around with. See, this is why we need colleges.

Buh-bye loves. Stay sober (as one particularly weird customer said to me last week).

P. S. I have newly decided that "bathos" is my most favoritest word evar. As of right this very second (9:27 p.m. on June 26, 2006).