We were in Boston Market today and this middle-aged guy was behind me, a youngish, cute, sincere looking girl. So I order macaroni and cheese, as a child does. Then he orders it. So what does fucking Boston Market do? They serve him up some nice mac 'n' cheese, the man BEHIND me, and then tell me they're all out.
Vendetta. Vendetta on their souls!
Also I am more hardcore then you because I got bloody playing Capture the Flag.
This is the first post I've written in maybe weeks. I don't know why. Stuff's been going on. I moved, stuff like that. These poetic phrases keep running through my head, but sometimes I just wonder, why should I post that kind of stuff on livejournal? I hate those people. So I don't know.
How was your day?