yo so theres a fucking french guy sleeping on the couch, im about 90% sure hes insane and about 12% sure hes gonna try to kill us, if not tonight... in the future.
we have to start locking the door and shit now, and we all know its not gonna last.
as if that wasn't bad enough im pretty sure he has been drinking my juice; if you know me you know that i cant drink the last little bit juice in a carton because im afraid of backwash... imagine someone elses backwash? how about i wash myself with bacteria and germs that shit is gross.
this blog isnt going as creative as planned... fuck, maybe i should just focus on going back to writing them when im black out drunk.