Actually, completely ignore the last post. I'm no longer pissed because I went back in the break room to get an orange soda and some guh-hey idiot left their money in the soda machine and I got mine for free.
I'm not mad anymore about Sarah loosing my public relations work that took me 2 weeks to finish, I'm not upset about my sister stealing my brand new sephora pressed powder and Jimmy eat world CD.
I'm am pissed about my boyfriend insisting that he doesn't look like heath ledger. WHEN HE REALLY DOES.