Sometimes its actually good to be me
My kind face has struck again.
Alice, Hairnet, Heff and myself leave to go for some post-bar munchies at Subway. We stand in line for what feels like forever. I was last and quite frankly not paying any attention to what was going on behind me. I get a footlong pizziola (quite possibly the least healthy menu item one can procure at a subway) and head to the register.
Ava: May I have the meal please?
Sandwich Artist: Go ahead
Ava: Huh?
Sandwich Artist: Just go ahead and go... (he smiles at me)
Ava: Really are you sure?
Sandwich Artist: Yep have a good night.
Awesome free food. So I go and collect my beverage and chips cool ranch doritos because I like to have bad breath all the time and head to my table.
Ava: Hey guys, I have a question. (looking down all coy and innocent) Did you have to pay for your sandwiches?
They all look at me
Group: Uhhh yeah.
Ava: Looking modest, turning my head slightly and shrugging my shoulders possibly twirling a length of hair between my fingertips. The guy just let me have it.
Alice: You bitch and your fucking kind face.
11:10 PM
i do hate your kind face. i might make a spreadsheet to keep track of all the free things your kind face has gotten you.
on a sidenote i have the tv on in my bedroom and i can hear the roommates video game as if he was playing it in here. lovely. top
7:45 AM
I cried the last time I had subway. I need a face transplant. STAT. top