Thursday, August 05, 2004

My Gatorade

This may sound retarded, but SOMEONE STOLE MY GATORADE. And I am PISSED. I usually do not care when someone steals my food, beverage, whatever the hell you want to call it. This time, though, I wanted that Gatorade after my meeting that lasted too long. That was also my drink for when I go to the gym later (note: gym time is not contingent on Gatorade supply). So, when I opened the fridge door and did not see a bottle with red watery stuff in it, I was mad. I prayed that the person who stole it would get sick from drinking it. Damn it!!! And now I feel bad because I don't really like wishing terrible things upon other people.

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