Okay...Well maybe not eleven. But I'd HOPE my 1.5 readers [ ;) ] are mature and understand sarcasam by now and have read my sarcasam related, yet horrible written blog.
But this evening I applied to be a Batista at my hopeful IV coffee shop. Just make sure it's a triple Venti NO whip Cinnomen-oh, failed all the rediculous spelling bees, fyi :) - Dolce Latte, only from Starbucks. Yeah, applied at Starbucks. Mmmmmmmm. I'm frugal though, but I have learned my budgets! And!!! Anddd, I have a block in my brain on Thursday then I'm done. Bitter-no more mixed signals from the smart and funny and cuteish in a one day yes, other day get outta herrera!! SWEET!!!- no more needles popping scar tissue and walking around in the "outfit." and being bare-back, with aforementioned, but I'm over dr.ovaltine haha. also, no more god forsaken bedadine, with ultrasound gel to break up scar tissues and the "dog scratcher/ oldetyme murrda weapon." bahahahaha.
Then, once I came home, I talked to my really amazinggg friends who are out of state and they'll be back within weeks of eachother. Mmm party with some wine, sex and the city, a job and my 1.75th time (( yeah I'm Christine and get so bored with monotone instructers... :¥ ))
I WILL BE GETTING MY EMT-PARAMEDIC TO JOIN THE U.S ARMY!!!
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Congrats on pursuing the EMT. That's what my boyfriend did before he joined the Army and now he's a medic.
ReplyDeletePS I love sarcasm. It's fun! Lol