wow.
connor and i were supposed to go and smoke a cig and he fell asleep.
fine, i’ll just go alone and let the killers outside kill me. whatever.
i hope you feel bad in the morning when you wake up and realize that i had to go out and smoke alone and some creeper snatched me up and slaughtered me.
i hope you trip on my dead lifeless body as you walk outside to leave tomorrow.
i may or may not have talked myself out of going now. no, i’m tough.
hey!
