Guest staying over. Mother claimed they were brining pizza for dinner. There was not enough pizza to pay for the stay, damnit. MOAR PIZZA I SAY! MOAR! Who eats two and a half tiny slices anyway?! I AM A GROWN COACH POTATO DAMNIT!
Neighbours banging on their ceiling (my floor). I assume to protest for the outrageous noise. Though I'm exclusively walkign around my room with only my headphones on at 0:30, wtf. I'm not even walking loudly. -_-#
I like to think of Profile Posts as tiny homes, full of all kinds of unsuspecting suckers "future" friends.... Many of which are of course only going to be excited when a strange man in black suddenly shows up to say hi.