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Matt and Jen are moved in. They're living in it. I'm not ready at all. Not that I don't want to, I just don't have a lot of things; a job, a bank account, an ID. Necessities vital to getting on a lease to a house. I was supposed to take care of that today but I guess my dad forgot or something. He usually initiates when we go somewhere. Although, this is my fault. I should've had this shit done years ago. But oh well. I don't have a job yet and I think that's the most significant thing. Matt's trying to get me a job at the Marquee and hopefully that works out. If not, I hope Mike could get me a job with him and Royce. Mike may also move in if I can convince Jen that I don't mind him living with me. Seriously, I don't care about space. Mike and I are pretty god damn comfortable with one another. I mean come on, I've cleaned puke off of him and every time he has at least 5 beers in him he showers me with kisses to the cheek. Jen and Matt are probably really upset with me but I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just super lazy I guess. But for some reason, I don't care that much. And it's not like I don't care because I know it's going to happen, I just don't care. Which is fucked up. I'm really sorry about that.
I'm going to try and get one of them to take me tomorrow or something. I feel so unfulfilled. Like nothing's happening. Shit bro. Calling Raymond right now. Later!
I'm going to try and get one of them to take me tomorrow or something. I feel so unfulfilled. Like nothing's happening. Shit bro. Calling Raymond right now. Later!