Sean is annoying

Sean is annoying. Today he accused me of stealing his spaghetti from the refrigerator. I said I hate spaghetti and why would I do that. He said if you hate spaghetti what is that spaghetti sauce doing on your face. I said that's blood and I cut myself shaving this morning. He said who the hell shaves at work anyway and what a load of, well, you know. I am ignoring his emo (some cool kids' word he uses all the time) paranoid outbursts. I'm better than that. I'm soooo much frickin' better. He's soggy bread to my nice piece of crispy toast. He's just jealous. Damn it to Hades. Who needs him? Other than me. And, btw, his spaghetti tasted like, well, you know.