Dylan.09
Um, Les... I kept thinking I was supposed to call you for something, and then I dropped my phone in the toilet and now it doesn't work, so I had to find my book again (how it got shoved behind the Chinese takeout at the back of the refrigerator, I'll never know) and so now I'm writing you, okay?
What was I supposed to call you about again?
Uh, sorry I haven't been around much. My dad just randomly showed up at my apartment last week. Sort of a, "Hey son, I'm in town to see just how unsuccessful you are so I can relate your failure back to your poor, suffering mother," kind of thing. And he stayed a whole week, though not in my apartment, since he's apparently allergic to Rivers and Colin.
Oh yeah! Speaking of which, the baby rats are ready for new homes, so if anyone wants one (I think at least one person wanted one), you can come by and get them. There's four of them and they're disturbingly cute, but I can't have six rats... that's like way too much responsibility.
So, slow night at the store tonight. Anyone want to come by and entertain me?
What was I supposed to call you about again?
Uh, sorry I haven't been around much. My dad just randomly showed up at my apartment last week. Sort of a, "Hey son, I'm in town to see just how unsuccessful you are so I can relate your failure back to your poor, suffering mother," kind of thing. And he stayed a whole week, though not in my apartment, since he's apparently allergic to Rivers and Colin.
Oh yeah! Speaking of which, the baby rats are ready for new homes, so if anyone wants one (I think at least one person wanted one), you can come by and get them. There's four of them and they're disturbingly cute, but I can't have six rats... that's like way too much responsibility.
So, slow night at the store tonight. Anyone want to come by and entertain me?