Change of plans - Back to killing the pathetic excuse that passes for humanity

You know how earlier today I said I was feeling more benificent and only in a "lightly torture" mode towards humanity.

Scratch that: we're back to plan A. Kill, kill, kill.

After I probably barf.

I went to Einstein's for lunch. Ordered a roast beef sandwich. I was all excited upon opening the package back at my desk because I got TWO pickles. Oh, it's a TWO PICKLE HAPPY DAY, says I. Yum, yum, I eat pickle number one.

Then I look at sandwich. Some dolt at the shop translated turkey as "roast beef". I do not eat turkey unless it's Thanksgiving. I HATE DELI TURKEY. Turkey in spanish (palvo or something does not sound like beef in spanish, either, so Juan-Behind-the-Counter has no excuse!) So, I slammed a hand down on one half to smoosh it in my anger. And then I pick at it and eat that half of the sandwich. Turkey doesn't taste like much.

Second half of the sandwich. I take off the top slice in bread in preparation for picking off the turkey and turning that into a cheese sandwich. I happen to glance at the bread. THERE IS FUCKING MOLD. BLUE MOLD. PENI-FUCKING-CILLIN. *shudders*

*cries*

I called up Einstein's and told them to check out the whole wheat as it is now growing drugs.

Tossed the sandwich, tossed the pickle (it is no longer a happy day). Should clarify tossed: as in trash. I have not yet tossed the sandwich.

Ate the plastic packaged chocolate chip cookie (but I checked for maggots first).

*glares murderously*