#et:start

Guys, guys, guys- I think we may have encountered a problem. It was me who let the dogs out, and while that may sound like a joke- I’m pretty sure mine is on some profound adventure trying to find himself.  Great.

Have you ever been really conflicted about something? Like, you know that you should do a certain something and keep to yourself, but like, this whole other side of  you wants to go for it and do something that might actually make you happy? I just saw this delicious looking steak when I was running past this restaurant downtown. But I’m a vegetarian. I can’t eat steak, I’m a vegetarian. You know? 

Have you ever told someone explicitly not to do something, and yet they seem to go right ahead and do it?? I swear, I’m positively livid. Someone is going to be out of a job soon if I have anything to say about it.

My roommate was being a bitch so I changed my Netflix password on him. 21st century slap in the face, ladies and gentleman.

So basically this is why I think I need to get checked. I was at the airport waiting for my luggage on that stupid round-a-bout thing – the only thing that’s really stupid about it is that they don’t let you ride it. But anyways, so the guy comes over the loud speaker and announces to grab what is your’s and exit to the left to keep the line moving, right? So this fuckboy behind me puts his hands on my ass and asks me if he can claim it as his tonight – as if! And yeah, I’m pretty sure he had something and it definitely wasn’t game.

A coffee in one hand, Brandon walked with his head ducked down – perhaps hiding his face from the current state he’s in to avoid any familiar faces as well as questions he’s incapable of answering at the moment. He had dark and heavy bags under his light bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep, his hair messy from the amount of times he would pull his dark roots from frequent anxiety attacks for the past few days, and unfortunately from neglecting himself, he hadn’t taken a shower for probably three nights or more. It’s fair enough to say that Brandon looked and most likely even smell homeless. In result from his absentminded behavior, his shoulder collided with a figure as he walked, a soft almost insincere but rushed apology left his lips as he lifted his gaze up slowly.

“Uh, I don’t think it’s such a good idea to be too close to me. I have a cold and I wouldn’t want you to catch it.”

Do you ever get that feeling when you’re home alone, like someone’s watching you? Like you feel that little chill run up your spine and you turn around expecting to see your dog or your parents and you just see the empty house, the shadows of the trees going back and forth across your walls? I hate being home alone. I really, really hate it.