Oh my fucking god, people! Please form a line to the left to fuck off and die. Well, not you all, but everyone else. Seriously, all the people I have to talk to because of work? AUGH. I can not believe what unreasonable expectations some people have from the world and I am sooo not in the mood to deal with it. I think I still get into heaven for not murdering people when I want to, right? Is that how it works? On a related note, if you happen to pass me on the street today, or something, I would suggest not talking to me. If I wasn’t so full of hate I might have pity for anyone who is going to be forced to interact with me. I swear if the customers tonight aren’t all polite, perfect and otherwise meeting whatever random, exacting standards I set, I might, in fact, set them all on fire, one by one, as they leave the restaurant.