remember that post about my friend’s roommate that I’m staying with.
And how we’d play Call of Duty.
That didn’t happen.
And I’m pretty sure he hates me now.
Because I drank some of his apple juice.
And then I didn’t go play with him yesterday because I was tired.
I had been running around town all day.
Literally. I mean literally running with my running shoes and shit.
And he had his door all open and everything.
AH WELL, NEVER GONNA SEE HIM AGAIN AFTER I LEAVE SO DON’T REALLY CARE. I’D PROBABLY BE YELLING TOO MUCH/LOUD FOR HIM ANYWAY WHILE WE WERE PLAYING, SO IT’S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST, RITE?