*sigh*
Well I can tell what kind of day I'm gonna have today. The MUD is down, I have to work all day on Stacy's 18th birthday, when I'm supposed to spend it with her, Joel never called me, and all I can hear is stupid Mexican rap. Every single song has the exact same beat. It's retarded. I wish I could have just stayed in bed. I knew before I even woke up that today was gonna be one of those days.
I swear to God if my breakfast is wrong I'm going to take it back and kill them with it.
I swear to God if my breakfast is wrong I'm going to take it back and kill them with it.