I think if the coffeehouse thing doesn’t work out, I have a new career plan: Breakup Message Deliverer. Like a little ray of sunshine, delivering messages door to door.
Pfft. Aack.
Relationships are just plain tricky. And what better way to end one than to have me show up on your soon-to-be-ex’s doorstep delivering the bad news for you? No fuss, no muss.
It’s good to know I have career choices.
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It’s like that cell phone Valentines Day commercial I found much hilarity in.
Huh. You are a creative thinker, aren’t you?
I wouldn’t have thought of that as a career in a million years!
Did I hear a shout out?
Izz….you’re too slick for me. I can’t put anything past you these days. What’s up with that?