then i am moving. and i want it to be somewhere new. so newyork is lookinggood.
Maybe they would accept me to bethel. Maybe bethel needs baristas that are trained in phlebotomy.
i can make a mean latte.
I can draw some mean blood. its a lot like pulling shots.
time to eat and then work.
come see me i am the one with big hair (needs a cut) and sleepy eyes.
i went to the hall to go out in service, no one was there! there is always tomorrow. or is there?