this morning #94.

this morning, he stood in his bedroom swiftly shifting from one leg to the other as his roommate camped out in the bathroom taking a shit. if he hadn’t got into that sloppy, drunken fight with him last night & CLEARLY been in the wrong, he’d be knocking on that door, not walking on egg shells. perhaps there was an empty bottle somewhere around here. NO. he had standards & ultimately refused to urinate somewhere that his lips had previously been. instead, he decided to suck it up & knock. what came out was the most ineffectual knock possible. the “WHAT?” he got in response was in stark contrast. screaming back “I NEED TO PISS!” & putting his fist through the bathroom door wasn’t the best idea but mature responses weren’t exactly his strong suit.