Finally, somebody wants me. And like a daddy-issues teen I've attached to them and I love them with all my heart, and if they break it I will become a cutter and dye my hair black.
Ahem. Moving on.
So now I'm a barista. I heart that word. Barista. Bar-Is-Tah! It's ever so much fun. I love teh coffee and I love teh milks and I love teh chocolate. I love my job!
Even though I haven't *exactly* started. I have a shift on Tuesday which is 8 hours, yikes! I haven't worked 8 hours straight since I was a slave driven tween. It should be fine though, I should be all rested up after my month of unemployment. *Yawn*.
Also, visit www.ecoist.com (it's in my links section) and buy me things that I can't afford. Kthx!
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