I love Stella’s, an awesome coffee shop in the South Pearl area of Denver, but wtf?! It is a freakin Monday night and the entire world is here. I’m trying to write a paper and am having a good deal of trouble focusing. I have drafted a “little letter” to them:
Dear obnoxious recent high school graduates who think they are the shit for hanging out at an indie coffee shop,
Go play scrabble elsewhere.
— That pissed-looking chick in the corner.
but i still have love for YOU.