uncaringmachine

*yawn* I'm tired. My roommate Chris came home from wherever he was from last night and so the yapping began. To know him is to be annoyed by him. Sometimes at least. But I've known him since we were kids, so I can talk about him like a brother and not feel guilty. You see, he talks. A lot. And I'm not the biggest conversationalist when I just want to relax and watch the tube. Which was the mood I was in last night, but he would NOT stop TALKING! I was getting really annoyed, and then he decides to whip out this giant ass forty ounce Budweiser, which pissed me off. Because he's only like a hundred and thirty pounds, drinking and Chris don't mix. So he guzzled that and then pulled out a giant Smirnoff black, and then a smaller version of that. Needless to say, he didn't shut up the whole night, so I had no idea what was going on on the tv screen.
I ended up going to bed at eleven, which was early as hell for me on a Monday night, because I'm off today. Blah. Anyway, what a crappy night that was. I'm off to go jog at the park. Adios my peeps.