Sudden motion caught my eye, as I looked past you and through the window in front of which you were posing with your latte. You looked up and assumed that I was staring at you, you who I didn't even notice until that brief awkward moment. You turned to your gaggle of girlfriends, pointing and sneering, and now the whole lot of you glare and glower at me every time you enter said coffee shop. Sheesh girl, you're not that cute. As a matter of fact, you look boring and common with the stock-issue two-tone hair and Ugs being modeled by hordes of your ilk. Please stop harassing me and take a look in the mirror. If you keep sneering like that, then your face might get stuck that way. Oh wait, it already is. Nevermind.

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