Not Really a Tale; More Like a Rant
Caisey invited Christian over to our apartment again. They spent about five minutes at the door just making out, like I couldn't hear them at the door.
The big talk today is that Christian is too lazy to take his apparently mountain-like pile of laundry home to do it for free and he would rather have to pay for it on campus.
I don't understand his "logic," nor do I understand why it's Caisey's problem.
They parked themselves at the table and played some convoluted calf-version of footsie for about ten minutes before moving to our room to go make out more.
They're probably going to have sex again--while everyone is in the apartment.
The other night I walked in on them doing...something sexual.
Neither person were naked, but I did get flashed with Christian's boxers--something I did not need to see. Is there not some universal sign in the college world that means something to the likes of, "Watch out, we're going to be at least in the process of getting naked and bumping uglies"? I could have sworn there was.
I apologize for the sudden change in tenor of the posting.
This I just had to get off my chest.
I also apologize for the lack of posting in the past few days. between class, homework, and sleeping, I haven't had much opportunity to record my thoughts and tell my stories.
Once I get into the swing of things, i.e., get my routine down, I should have a somewhat regular posting schedule. Maybe. If anyone really cares.
Whatever.
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