remember that post about my friend’s roommate that I’m staying with.
And how we’d play Call of Duty.
Yeah.
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.
Damn.
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?
(doithard,2012)