Dear, Starbucks

I know I need to talk to the cashier to order a cup of coffee. I know I need that cup of coffee. I also know that I am too tired to talk to the cashier to order that cup of coffee. Damn. Starbucks, you should hire a psychic.

I know I want a cappuccino. I know I want it to be hot and medium and have an extra shot of espresso. I also know that I don’t want syrup, any snacks, and definitely a membership. Starbucks, you need to stfu.

I know I have a cranky way to start my Monday morning. I just had my paycheck yesterday and I know I want to spend some on you to fix that. Dear Starbucks, I need you to love me.