And I guess I put on pants to go to a leasing office.
Today, while hungover, we decided to order pizza. A simple transaction that should have been painless. But after something like 20 minutes of arguing where we were going to order from and who was paying we picked this local place. Apparently I was the one who was going to order so I used someone else’s card and phone and I called them. Still pretty basic so far. BUT, when I started talking to the guy I froze up and forgot the English language in its entirety. I started apologizing and I think that made it more awkward. All he wanted was an address to deliver it to. And it took fordamnever to give him a phone number. Didn’t help the awkwardness at all and I just blabbed out how I was a horrible customer and that I basically failed at life.
Goodness.
Ha, and I almost forgot that I was working tonight too. So yeah.
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Hmmm I can live with the soccer, superbowl and relationships with women… but orange chicken and Diablo…. SIR, WE NEED TO REBUILD THIS FRIENDSHIP!
THEN YES, WE WILL HAVE TO BUILD IT BACK UP. PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES.
I suppose next time I’m at Panda, I’ll choke down a plate full of orange chicken and give it a go.

As for Diablo, we’ll have to work that one out.
I’ll get over it soon.
Time for some Starcraft 2.