July 29th, 2000


(no subject)

So I get home this morning at about 9am expecting there to be 2 or maybe 3 people crashed in my living room. NO! There were at least 5, and I didn't try counting them too hard. That's a LOT of people for a little apartment. The thing that ticks me off, is that I'm like a fugitive in my bedroom. I can't even really go into my own kitchen because there are too many people here.