rachael is leaving tomorrow morning.

i sorta lost it at work tonight. she came into my work for the first time on the way to meet her yoga instructor, for last time. thinking and thinking i just started crying and there were lattes to be made and fucking mocha frappachinos everywhere and all i could think of is - - she's like jenessa.
ryan was standing next to me singing the wind beneath my wings and i kept saying, please something else anything else, but then shots had to be pulled and the ubb had to be made and what the fuck i hate starbucks and i hate lattes and whipped cream with mocha drizzle and our new mint chocolate chip syrup. the smell honestly makes me want to puke.

i'm gonna get dressed and hang out.

perhaps more later.