no more starbucks???

two more days... i only have two more days as an employie at starbucks... this is good and bad... bad because now how will i get free coffee and becuase i honistly love the people who come in every day to get "the regular" what ever that may be for them,,, i know i will honistly miss "the soy lady" and "grande americano boy" who talks music with me... and 1 pump mocha one pump white mocha non fat with whip mocha girl... just becuase she always has nice clothes and i like to say her drink becuase it makes me feel like a show off.... and all of the other people i got to see every day... they are like...this weird security blanket of people i am usto seeing... they are my coffee peole... and i realy dont like the fact that i wont see them every day... i honistly am sketched about what life will be like with out 400 small semi pointless converstations a day... i dont want to give it up... but due to all the new staff who suck and have basicly crap for brains and the fact that im going back to school and have a better paying job as is... i know that this will not work out... its just not a good idea... period... oh well... im pretty stuipd... im contemplating staying on staff just so i can work like ... 3 shifts a month... so i can still see people... ha ha ha,,, i know so lame right? right... oh well...

something for the brain.

XXIX

THE ROSE did caper on her cheek,
Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.

Her fingers fumbled at her work,
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune,
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.

-Emily Dickinson