I love being nice to people.

[t3h_wild_child]

Crazy, no? Because I also love eviscerating people. But I like being nice to nice people. Like, I went to Wal-Mart, and smiled really big at the greeter and said good morning. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they respond when you make eye contact and smile. And I did the same with my cashier, and she looked really happy. It didn't work on the lazy chick at Subway, but it did work on the boy at the register, and he smiled very big and told me to have a nice day. Now I feel all cheerful and stuff.

But I'd like to add that that chick was a twat. I mean, what the fuck? I asked for green peppers and she dropped a gob of them on my sandwich. I really wanted to say, "Are you kidding me?" But instead I said, "Black olives." Tsk. She's lucky I was in a good mood. I worked at Subway for two years, and my sandwiches are beautiful! And she's a girl. Doesn't that automatically make her good at making sandwiches?

I also love discrimination.

So, I bought Bubble Tape at WalMart. I'm pretty excited. I was looking for Watermelon Bubblicious, but they didn't have any. They did have the kind that changes your mouth all crazy-colored, but I'm not too keen on that. So I got Bubble Tape. I haven't had that shit in forever.

Okay, I admit it, this entry is pointless. I've got five minutes before I can head to class and I'm wasting time..oh! Myspace is excellent at wasting my time. *runs off*