Dear Starbucks
Call me a hopeless romantic…
Call me a man of tradition…
Call me a metrosexual worship leader for drinking a Venti Skinny Hazelnut Latte…
But don’t call me “Carlis”
But my real beef with the sticker, besides the misfortune of my name, is the sticker itself.
Starbucks…
There is not a lot that is “homey” about your stores.
They get it done.
They [...]







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