Aw, shite.
Joe slept over last night, even though I got off work at 12:30am.
The alarm didn't go off, and he had to be at work at 7am.
My alarm, my apartment.
Half an hour late for work.
Why do I feel so freakin' responsible?
The alarm didn't go off, and he had to be at work at 7am.
My alarm, my apartment.
Half an hour late for work.
Why do I feel so freakin' responsible?