Aug 10, 2015
Well after moving in, unpacking, and working a double shift, there’s no better feeling than coming home and crashing in your own bed.
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Well after moving in, unpacking, and working a double shift, there’s no better feeling than coming home and crashing in your own bed.
Defense class does not come easily to Hattie, always seeking the physical realization of something and growing easily frustrated with that which is more abstract. It’s why the nuns always had to beat faith into her. The set of her jaw is tight when for the fourth time this hour her partner calls out her failure. Hattie has only ever attempted what comes naturally to her and this specific brand of frustration is foreign. “Dammit.”
"There's this gorgeous rooftop and apparently the heir to Jack Daniels lives here and yet I haven't heard even the tiniest little whisper about a JD rooftop bash, what in sweet hell is going on here? Is this building where fun comes to die?"
"When is this place gonna get happening? I need a party pronto."
"I know the door was unlocked and all..."
"I can't wait til I get home you can tear that cherry out, turn that cherry out turn that cherry out!"
"Hey! I'm over here!"
"Work is sorted, dog is sorted, Ro- should I tell Ro? Ah, he'll work it out. Um, shoes, socks, toothbrush, ipod- oh charger, um weed? Yeah, weed. Beer- oh we need a cooler, ice, we need ice. Um, tooth- got it. Clothes, favorite sweatshirt, underwear- that's enough- book to read, headphones, guitar. I need my guitar."
Sorry...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to shine that in your face...you sort of came out of nowhere.