And then set them on fire.
Not only have they changed the sandwiches, but I can't pay for them on my meal plan, either? If I had more motivation, I'd... do something. Or something. Like throw sandwiches at the people responsible. Or set something on fire. Possibly set sandwiches on fire.
And throw the on-fire sandwiches at whoever is responsible for sizing sewing patterns. (Seriously, people. I'm not skinny, but there's no way in hell I wear a size 22.)
And why does livejournal keep changing my user-picture-thing? Why is it suddenly a black splotchy thing with purple sparkles? Is the universe out to get me this evening? Is that it?!
And throw the on-fire sandwiches at whoever is responsible for sizing sewing patterns. (Seriously, people. I'm not skinny, but there's no way in hell I wear a size 22.)
And why does livejournal keep changing my user-picture-thing? Why is it suddenly a black splotchy thing with purple sparkles? Is the universe out to get me this evening? Is that it?!