there is no chocolate in the house

Well. That was fun. I’m glad it happened, I’m rather depressed now it’s finally over, but all in all I think things worked out for the best. Many good times were had, and as friends, I’m sure many more will come. Probably better as friends. 

I want to kill my housemate and his freaking parents. Yet another night, they’re staying, completely without notice. And last month’s loan repayment is late because he’s a fucking stoner that can’t do jack. Thanks for ruining my motherfucking credit history, bru. 

Get a fucking life, you fucking losers.