#faaaaahhhh

You fell asleep, I guess.  It was just Will and I playing our card games by ourselves cuz we losers.  I decided that it was going to be funny to take a picture with you while you were asleep and post it on Facebook cause that's what guys do, and I told Will.  We tried taking pictures, but we started cracking up and you got really fucking mad and punched Will a few times.  Even though Will said it didn't really hurt, you didn't have to be that mad.  You barely fell asleep.  You stood up, looked around, and told us to clean our mess and to pick the food up off the ground.  My Funyuns and whatever food.  The other guy's pastries and everything.  Sure, my funyun bag on the ground, I can understand.  But you didn't have to yell at us like we were your dogs.  Will and I looked at you bewildered.  Are you serious, telling us to "pick up the fucking pastry.  PICK IT UP.  WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING WAITING FOR?"  I honestly, honestly, wanted to punch you in the fucking face.  I have never, ever felt that way about a friend.  I wanted to tell you that "I'm not your fucking dog."  Will picked the pastry thing up, I mean, we get you were angry.  Neither of us wanted to try argue, it's not even worth it.  And then you said, "Pick the up the fucking pastry, and get the fuck out of my house."  I remember that so fucking clearly.  Will and I immediately started cleaning up my crap and even your shit.  We're your friends, we woke you up and we're sorry, but not your fucking maid.  We cleaned up the "mess" even though it wasn't even that bad, and left.  We're not taking your shit anymore.  Sure, you're  a cool person, but we both think that we all need to just cool down.  It's so stupid.  If you told us to clean up the mess and pick up the food (that were still wrapped), we probably would've been better off.  Friends don't boss friends around dude. After I gave you back your laptop (cause I used it to take the pictures), you left it on the sofa.  I helped you charge it before we left because the others used it and it died earlier, and you were charging it anyway.  I think back on this and it's like, I don't think you'd be this nice to me if I yelled at you and kicked you out of my house.  You can be mad, but you didn't have to be a dick.