Happy.
Okay, so I'm going to be completely honest; I'm still at Rom's.
Yeah, from last night.
I'm fucking insane, I know. Especially since I'm not going home tonight either.
Nobody tell my mom or she'll drive up here and kill my dumb ass.
We spent the day watching movies, eating junk food, and have just generally not left the apartment once. Stevan sent me a text "Bros before hoes." He must think quite highly of me if he's sad that I'm not around as much. But I don't care, I'm with a guy that I think is a whole hell of a lot better than him. And that is all that matters.
Said guy is in the shower now. I'm waiting for my turn. If I spent much time here (which, it's shaping up that I will be) I'm going to scrub the hell out of that bathroom soon. It looks as though only two men have been in it for six months.
Speaking of said second man... I've been in this apartment for nearly 24 hours, and the roommate was here when I arrived. He'll be here when I leave. We've been six feet apart from each other the entire time. And I still have no idea what he looks like or even what his name is. Whoops.
So tonight we are probably going to finally watch Star Trek since he's never seen it but last night he wanted to see Princess Bride. I think he really liked it, which, really, how could you not? Even though we both had troubles understanding Andre the Giant. He's amazing, but he's not got the best diction.
And Ontinia, I meant to ask but I decided to fuck it- we were on Netflix this afternoon. We realised we both love Clint Eastwood and I had to show him Paint Your Wagon. Like, deathly important.
Anyway............... I think he's out, so I'm going to cut this off. Talk to you guys later.
Yeah, from last night.
I'm fucking insane, I know. Especially since I'm not going home tonight either.
Nobody tell my mom or she'll drive up here and kill my dumb ass.
We spent the day watching movies, eating junk food, and have just generally not left the apartment once. Stevan sent me a text "Bros before hoes." He must think quite highly of me if he's sad that I'm not around as much. But I don't care, I'm with a guy that I think is a whole hell of a lot better than him. And that is all that matters.
Said guy is in the shower now. I'm waiting for my turn. If I spent much time here (which, it's shaping up that I will be) I'm going to scrub the hell out of that bathroom soon. It looks as though only two men have been in it for six months.
Speaking of said second man... I've been in this apartment for nearly 24 hours, and the roommate was here when I arrived. He'll be here when I leave. We've been six feet apart from each other the entire time. And I still have no idea what he looks like or even what his name is. Whoops.
So tonight we are probably going to finally watch Star Trek since he's never seen it but last night he wanted to see Princess Bride. I think he really liked it, which, really, how could you not? Even though we both had troubles understanding Andre the Giant. He's amazing, but he's not got the best diction.
And Ontinia, I meant to ask but I decided to fuck it- we were on Netflix this afternoon. We realised we both love Clint Eastwood and I had to show him Paint Your Wagon. Like, deathly important.
Anyway............... I think he's out, so I'm going to cut this off. Talk to you guys later.