No really. What started off as 'family dinner' in my apartment last night turned into a fight for a death for bedrooms, privacy and (in my case) sanity. Seeing as I am the only permanently attached person in this apartment I watched semi-silently in the corner as everyone in my apartment consumed roughly 3 bottles of tequila and then splintered off with respective partners to respective locations. I don't think I'll ever really understand my life.
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people found partners at the "family dinner"? that's disturbing.
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