It’s 4AM, and I went to go do laundry. Right before I go to turn off the lights, what do I see? A FUCKING MOUSE. Under the dining table. I was just shocked. Like WHAT THE FUCK. So I go in my room to wake Matt up. “MATT. THERE’S A MOUSE IN THE KITCHEN." He won’t fucking wake up. I’m dying right now. So done with this house.
When you’re in a bad mood, it’s almost impossible to come out of it immediately. Why can’t people understand that?
So I drove Matt’s Mustang home tonight, but I had to stop by Krispy Kreme to buy another box of donuts for my mom. I was so busy thinking how cool I looked that I forgot to get my change. Thank god I would’ve only received $2 back in change.