Dear Diary,
This afternoon I entered the secret underground lair of my enemy and encountered a room full of highly skilled Evil Henchmen. Needless to say, I killed all 99 of them with nothing more than a toothpick and a stick of cherry flavored lip gloss.
But I digress. I'm not writing this entry to brag about my obviously superior skill and charisma. I'm writing this because I'm PISSED OFF. With a capital "P".
I was waiting in line at a Deli to buy a sandwich. A huge, meaty, juicy...mmmmmm juicy...sandwich. Anyway, after waiting for nearly an hour, I'm just about to reach the counter when an old man walks in front of me and orders a sandw