I've been dog sitting at my parent's house in Illinois for a week (I live a glamorous life) and I really hate driving everywhere. The only exception to this is my daily trip to Starbucks. A super-cute guy works at the drive-thru there and every morning he makes love to me with his eyes. (Or maybe I'm imagining it.)
I'm on my way there now. I hope he's there.
He was there! He was there! And I got his picture! (With his permission, of course, except I told him it was because we don't have Starbucks drive-thrus in New York and I wanted to show my friends, not because I think he's cute.)
Look at his guns. I bet he works out.