Dec 12, 2015
“fucking hell,” he complained, rubbing his right eye with the palm of his hand. “it’s three in the morning — what’re you banging on my door for?”
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“fucking hell,” he complained, rubbing his right eye with the palm of his hand. “it’s three in the morning — what’re you banging on my door for?”
with hands curled into tightly balled fists and shoulders hunched down, causing the lights of the hallway to cast shadows along his face. both hiding and emphasizing the purpling bruise that was blooming around his eye like some kind of painfully harsh flower. it was his own damn fault, it was a cheap shot. one he normally would have blocked but he was sloppy tonight. distracted. which was probably why he didn’t even notice the other body cohabiting in the same hall as he struggled through the aches that traveled deep in his body almost to his bones to dig through his bag to retrieve the keys he’d tossed in earlier.
“i love christmas and i’m definitely the type of person who starts celebrating christmas on the first of november. but if i have to hear about rudolf and his shiny red nose again, i’m probably going to go insane. bella’s had that song playing in the apartment on a loop for two days straight now.”
“do you know anybody selling some cheap tickets to see hamilton? the only tickets left i can find are ripoffs and the sort that a college student can’t afford. if i don’t see that production i’ll probably be ostracized by everybody i have class with. not to mention it would be a crime against theatre.”
I know I’ve been away for some time but that’s only because my mom didn’t allow me or Finn anywhere out of her sight and it dosn’t help that we are in the basement most of the time. Thankfully she hordes food and water stuff there. This is a horrible nightmare.
In the midst of all of this chaos, it is still Easter Sunday, therefore, Happy Zombie Jesus day, guys and gals. Time to go trash Blaine’s room with Easter grass while he’s in the kitchen. Did anyone do anything to celebrate although we’re all under house arrest?
Many people have been impacted by the sudden closure of Emory Hospital and my heart goes out to them all. Though I understand the confusion and concern, this topic has been all that people can talk about. Sadly, these conversations have lead to much speculation and wild theories. While I mean no disrespect to those that are searching for answers or needing to speak on the matter, I’m longing for a normal conversation. Any takers?