gosh everytime i come here i feel like i’m in a museum or something!
i forget about 8ball!! and then when i remember i go running towards it thinking “wait! i’m coming to see you!!” and then i get here and quickly remember that it’s for GROWNUPS now!! so stop bloody running and walk properly!
so when i have something mature and worldly to say – i’ll come back…i don’t know when that’ll be but trust me, i live in hope as much as you *pokes tongue*
i make coffee for a living, espresso coffee, good quality coffee. i have access to this delicious nectar from the coffee bean god. i make hundreds of cups a day and i could quite easily make it to my perfect satisfaction every day and yet…
I AM TOTALLY ADICTED TO CAFFEINATED DRINKS!
*CRIES* I AM TOTALLY ADDICTED TO THEM. i can’t function, i can’t think, i can’t do SQUAT without at least a litre of GUNK inside my person! i can only imagine what this is doing to my insides, so instead of me freaking my wee self out all alonesome, YOU guys have to tell me the repurcussions of my addictions. wake me up! slap me in the mouth with a kilo of tin cans! bring me back to my senses! wake up and smell the proverbial smell, jo!
and be prepared for the onslaught of withdrawal defensiveness when you do wake me up from my caffeinated stupor. 
this place is shiny! i feel such pressure to be all tidy and spell things right and make sure my hair is pretty. actually i’m just going to go put some heels on, this place is FLASH!!
does anyone come and take your order or do you just help yourself? 
let the little small town girl get used to this place before i let loose 
Top 3 Posts