this morning #914.

this morning, based on everything that went down last night, i guess we’ve reached the point in this friendship where we’re allowed to just do whatever the hell we want. chaos rules rule. mi casa su casa. at this rate, it’s quickly becoming more su casa than mi casa. three straight weeks of you camping out on my couch. coming in drunk just before sunrise. leaving little reminders of your presence all around my house for me to clean up. in sum, taking serious advantage of my hospitality. no more. here’s what we’re going to do about it. it’s deadline time. by the end of the year, i need three things from you: a plan for your future, a sincere apology & my life back.