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I'm...OK I was in Cleveland, training Tweenies and now I'm in New York...Now if I was B' I'd be hating this, but leaving behind pretending to be a grown up and a teacher and ending up in NYC with an apartment and no one yelling at me that I'm supposed to be somewhere. Yeah baby, this is more me.
The bed seems quite comfy, and no one seems to be here, or expecting anything of me, now all I need to find are something to screw, something to kill, somewhere to drink...and maybe some money.
I can't figure out if I'm supposed to be freaked out by being sucked into some other reality without realising, or feel like I do, pretty damn relaxed.

Whoa. Okay, not really what I had in mind when I said I was lookin' for some action.

Anyone got a clue what the hell's going on?

B, I think we oughta be diggin' into this one. You in?

I'm bored. Someone play with me. I promise to play nicely.

Halloween is coming.

We're going to have so much fun!

I need a hobby or a job. Something to keep myself distracted. Maybe I should take up my old profession.

Man, there's gotta be somethin' to do around this place. Way too quiet and boring around here for my tastes. Where's the action? I know all you people aren't just sitting around doin' nothing. Somebody's gotta know something. Help a girl out here.

Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here? Can't really blame it on a hangover, 'cause I don't really do hangovers. But someone needs to start makin' with the answers before I get pissed off.

New guy. New guy. New guy. New gal. Another new guy....

Not a single lousy brother in sight. Damn.

Looks like a regular fucking party.

I'm bored. And horny. That's never a good combination.

Someone should cure me.

Dang flabbit, this ain't Malibu! Anybody seen a petite brunette that answers to the name of Miles or Miley? What about a sandy blonde kid named Jackson? Anybody?

This sure is one tame level of hell. I've seen many so that's saying something nice.

This? This is not Stars Hollow. This is New York City. Why am I in New York City when I've got a diner to run and a kid to take care of back in Stars Hollow? I haven't been to this city since. . .well, not for a very long time.

Cesar's probably going to burn my diner down. . .

Wow, this is unexpected.

Ugh. My head feels like it was smacked with a chair. A big, ol' computer chair. With wheels.

What did I do to deserve a headache the size of Africa?

It would appear someone's left a pink Easter basket in front of my door. Now, if this was left for me, I do so appreciate the gesture. Although, I'm afraid it's overflowing in peanut butter cups, and I'm rather..allergic. It's not a pretty sight, I'm terribly sorry.

And if this was left on accident, now you know where to look. Of course, why anyone would leave a basket lying around is beyond me.

Then again, in this place.. anything is possible, isn't it?

My word- this is.. this is extraordinary..

..This can't be healthy.

oh.......please tell me I didn't botch a spell....

Bloody Hell! Where am i now? New York? Guess it's a whole new playground.