It's a hell of a role

Someone please remind me the next time I go to a place with my sister and she drinks that it doesn't end well and I end up almost driving off the road in rage. Seriously what the fuck was I thinking.

Have you ever seen someone's face and know you've seen it somewhere? Ugh, it's driving me absolutely out of my mind. The guy who sold me my movie tickets this afternoon... I know I've seen his face somewhere before. And the guy at the drive-thru window at Wendy's last night. It's probably just déjà vu playing a horrible trick with my head but I swear... The guy today wasn't even so much his face but his eyes. They were completely and utterly piercing. It was like he was looking through me and not at me. And I know that sounds ten ways a cliché but it's true. I did not like it one bit.

Edit: At least I got a fic out of it lol