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Post by shades on Aug 31, 2016 7:59:14 GMT -5
i'm thinking: "someone gonna walk in on me sitting in my underwear, on my laptop, on a cat site."
then i remember: i live on my own in a tiny apartment until my roommate moves in. if anyone comes in it's probably a burglar or murderer. so then i'll be dead in my underwear.
now i worry about burglars murdering me in my underwear. or for a complete alfred hitchcock death in the shower.
anyway. i have class in an hour. whats up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 8:04:37 GMT -5
I have class too.
Me being roomates with my sister is basically just a comedy show. She's the stereotypical prep and I'm the guy who doesn't take care of herself and we just make fun of each other the whole time and nag.
Like last night we got into a fist fight because she started her homework at 9:00PM and I was going to bed. I'm 16 and she's 17.
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Post by shades on Aug 31, 2016 8:16:46 GMT -5
I started my homework last night but since its the first few days I really can't do much besides reading.
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