It's getting Old
Ok, maybe I'm a prude or a paranoid, but I'm tired of finding strangers asleep on my couch, after my roommates have a night out on the town, which apparently is full of nubile young men. They freaked out when a crazy guy came in our back window, "what if he had been a rapist, or a serial killer?" What if ONE of the many people you've brought home since we moved here is a crazy killer, or even just a petty thief? The Germans, The god, The dj, the hipsters (um yo thought you hated hipsters), the whatever else you bring home, and... IT"S A FUCKING TUESDAY!!!! It's time to have a conversation with my roommates, and I think it's getting high time to move out. I just can't keep up with their lifestyle, and they're not even that bad. But I can't afford to go to brunch on sundays, and have drinks on a monday and split 180 dollars on party that 10 people came to none of whom are my friends. I can't even pay for cable.
Anywho,
time to go to the theater.
Anywho,
time to go to the theater.