this morning i went to starbucks craving a double tall vanilla latte and a bagel. while i waited in line, i battled with my guilt over my extravagant weekend spending, and in the end, we reached a truce. i ordered just the vanilla latte, single shot. as soon as i order, the guy behind me pipes up and adds his order, and then pays for it. i was forced to make awkward conversation with him while we waited for our coffee, and the entire time i kept kicking myself for not getting everything and an extra tin of cream cheese. and black and white cookies. and a yogurt parfait. and a mug. and now i have alanis morissette stuck in my head.
dammit.
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