It All Started at Starbucks

Hey there. My name is Claire and I just broke up with my boyfriend--oh, but don't feel bad for me. couldn't care less that he's walking around with some two-bit, wanna-be, thin-haired, make-up weaing, back-stabbing, trend-setting, grape-eating chic who's spent most of our lives smashing any chance I have at happiness or that he went with her right after he broke up with me. Noooooo I'm not mad. I'm totally...totally over it. Now if you excuse me I have a bondfire to make out of the prized possessions he gave to me for save keeping--oh, and I'm also getting a job a Starbucks. I won't have to see his ugly, cheating, two-faced, ratty-haired, wolf-smiled, black leather-wearing, gray-skined, brown-haired mug any longer. Single lady and I'm loving it...totally.