My friend...
My friend of three years got mad at me, because I told him to be quiet when I was watching a show. He got mad, walked out of the room, and when he came back shit hit the fan. He told me that it's his house, and not to tell him to tell him to shut up. He then threatened to kick me out of his apartment, shut the t.v. off, and just wanted me to leave. He was ignorant, exaggerated what I said, so I sat there for a while till I left. I don't think I will ever talk to him again. All he had to do was be quiet. I was watching Hulk Hogan be inducted into the wrestling hall of fame, he's a hero from MY childhood. He also called him a pussy, and has said that he's always hated him which upset me even more. If he's a friend, why does he have to tell me how he really feels about someone. Yeah, people are entitled to their opinion, but not that way. That's besides the point. I can do better than him. For almost a month and a half, he's had no job and he complains about money. I told him a week after that he lost his job that he should think about trying to find a new one, but he hasn't done that, yet. He's getting money from his mother. He's forty years old, and he needs to grow the fuck up. This happened Saturday night, by the way.
Yesterday, I got home from work around 7:30. I ate dinner, then went to bed before 8:00. I just woke up a half hour ago, and the music on the computer sounds really loud but it's on the lowest volume.
Yesterday, I got home from work around 7:30. I ate dinner, then went to bed before 8:00. I just woke up a half hour ago, and the music on the computer sounds really loud but it's on the lowest volume.