I'm Brad.24. Fuck you, I'm witty.
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You will forever have my heart.
So let’s close our eyes and we’ll talk in the morning,
when we’re able to feel
the true weight of our words and why we’re both here.
And on that note, I knew they were fucked.
ROBB, YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!
Hell is living in a place you cannot stand with no means of transportation to go anywhere. It’s getting off work, immediately going to your room, and not exiting until the next morning. I am now realizing why I lived by myself for almost 3 years.
I know I’ve mentioned my roommates getting absurdly mad at me on more than one occasion, one of which was letting 2 friends who had drank too much stay here after a party at another location one evening. “This isn’t a fucking frat house. I hate when people drink so much they can’t even drive.” Yeah, that line was actually said to me because he didn’t get enough sleep on a SATURDAY night.
For the past 15 days, I have been without my car. I’ve been screwed over by a mechanic, dropping $300 on a part that should’ve taken hours to install, but instead took 2 and a half weeks only to find out I need something else replaced. I’ve been relying on the kindness of my amazing friends, who I feel I’m taking advantage of due to them hauling my ass everywhere. All the while, one of my roommates who I’ve known for over a decade has been holding a grudge against me.
The day after my car was towed, he let me take his car to work. That same day 8:00 rolls around and my roommate is still not home. A friend then invites me to a BBQ. I text my roommate saying I was going to head there, but I’d bring his car back if needed me to. I wait around for 10 minutes for a response and there is none. On my way there, he texts me about how I should have asked instead of just taking it, so I drive it back bc I felt guilty. I came back and apologize saying I realized that I shouldn’t have assumed it would be okay. He then compares me taking his car to rape. Yes, rape as in sex that is not consensual. I tell him I’m done talking, he’s one of my oldest friends, and to talk to me when he wants.
Fast forward to this evening, I am watching a movie in my room and get a loud bang at my door. “Could you turn it the fuck down. It’s loud as shit.” Now as artfully crafted as his monologue was, I find it extremely immature. Really dude, you’re still mad after 2 weeks about my taking your car for 15 minutes? The answer, apparently, is yes.
My advice to anyone who reads this, DON’T LIVE WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE THE POLAR OPPOSITE OF YOU. If you love going out, having a good time, and not sweating the small stuff do not live with shut-ins who love to build mountains out of mole hills. I honestly don’t know how people like my roommates enjoy life when they constantly look for something to piss them off.
I’m outta here in 3 weeks and they can’t end fast enough.
“The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.”
— Mark Twain
I love Twain.
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