lanky white boy

I have had a few days like that where I don’t really move from my spot. Though I can’t bring you your phone nor do I think I could tell a delivery guy to just go into your home so I realize that this is probably moot. 

That’s alright. I probably wouldn’t want a random stranger to come into my house anyway. You know, come to think of it, it’s kind of weird that we just trust strangers to bring us our food.

I may be persuaded to come to your place and bring food with me. But only if there is a beer and the good blanket in it for me. 

You know that I always have both of those things readily waiting for you. The one time that I didn’t, I thought you were actually going to murder me.

It’s like you describe me, how did you know? Like, if someone can come over and do everything for me and/or bring me some food too, I’d appreciate it a lot.

I’m glad that someone can relate to my mood and I don’t just sound ridiculously lazy. We should start this service, but also that sounds like even more work, so maybe we shouldn’t.