Well I’m at Panera Bread, thinking that by having an nice Panini sandwich and watching the bustling of people around me, it would put me in a mellow enough mood to blog something up.

All I’m seeing now though is a bunch of ugly looking people who bother me just by being ugly, couples who bother me because they’re couples and have to make a point of showing the whole world that they’re couples (hold on while I go outside to let the air of the tires of said couple’s car…  yeah, let’s see how manly you are now for having a girlfriend when you have to call AAA.  Ha-Ha!)

Then there’s the schmuckaroos that stare at me like I just landed from Mars.  Yes I have a laptop, which means I probably have more money than you.  Yes, I’m by myself, which just means I was smart enough to stay single.  What the f__ is it to you?  Staring is rude, so knock it off before I decide to cram that Asiago Roast Beef sandwich you’re sucking on down your douche hole.

I know some people might interpret my behavior here as being antisocial, but that’s not true.  I just hate people, is all.  They’re rude, obnoxious, mean, and they smell bad.  In other words, they remind me of me. 

But you know what the worst thing about all this is?  Panera Bread took Crispanis off the menu.  Bastards!!!!

I’m outta here.