Wrong Sandwich

Yuck.

I got the wrong sandwich filled with Mustard and Onions, both things I detest. Now I have onion breath, not from actually eating the onions, for a carefully scraped those off, but because the bread got the onion taste and smell soaked in from all the freakin mustard. I then take a sip to find my coke, now a sprite, and there is something in it. I reach for my cup of water to find a lovely bug floating like its a damn swimming pool.

Yuck.

Everyone is so freakin happy its Friday. Im just happy everyone is happy so I dont have to work as hard. I like not working that hard.

I also like the right damn sandwich!