I'm trying to get back into blogging (though I'm not sure why, since I'm failing to do anything worth blogging about), so these are just the birthing pains.
There's a cafe near my job that I go to more than I ought to. There's two things about it that amaze me; the first being that, unlike every other cafe I've ever been to (with the exception of the little place around the corner from Jake's apartment; if it were within walking distance from my job, I'd probably go there more often), everyone who works there acts like they really, really want me to give them my money. If they could throw on some sexual favors to convince me to buy their italian sodas more often, they probably would.
Also, their cups for cold drinks are made entirely out of corn.
Actually, that kind of freaks me out.
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