Heh.
So I shit you not, this actually happened, last night. I was sitting in the livingroom with K, watching tv (football...you know how bored I must've been to voluntarily watch football) and he's got a plate full of baked goods. So as he is eating a muffin, he says, "Oh, there is mold on my muffin." I'm like, "And yet, you keep eating it." and he says, "Yeah, I don't care what I eat." to which I reply "obviously." At this point, one of the girls' boyfriends walks in and says, "Oh, what is that?" K says "muffins." S says "Can I have one?" K says "Sure, but they're moldy." S says, "So?"
Boys are so funny.
It was so different last night, to be in a house full of people. The girls had their boyfriends over, and it was so...alive in here. There was laughter. I never hear laughter anymoe. heh.
Anyway, I better go. Things to do.
I have a sampler of the nauseating orange room....
