No calls for jobs. No calls for the Air Force. I'm running out of money. Sigh.
But since my best friend's boyfriend has been back into our apartment, it's weird. Even though this is a studio apartment, we all three sleep on the same bed. Can someone say awkward? Lol. But sadly, it upsets my best friend that he's doing the same thing he does before he got kicked out. VIDEO GAMES. He can't even get the motivation to find a job for himself. The Japanese restaurant probably is going to call him because they probably found someone better.
It upsets me too because he allows two girls to do stuff for him like he's a dang child. A dang 24-year-old child who grows his own weed and is a damn pothead. Sigh.
Licorice won't be seeing me this weekend because he's going to a drifting (car) event and going to a Hot Import Night event. JEALOUS. Sigh. But hopefully, Sunday he has his car ready and fixed so we can go on more dates.
Surprisingly enough, Jell-O is trying to get with me. And by "get with me" as in, us being together.
Oh, Blue Fox. You dumbass. Contact me already, jerk. Sigh.
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