Unidentified Drunk Girl #1: Haley, one thing I know, Haley…Haley put the phone down Haley, listen to me! Sometimes boys just walk away Haley. And you know, Haley, just forget about them, like you know? Haley?
Unidentified Drunk Girl #2(Haley?) Whatever, I’m calling him (cell phone) ‘Hi is Damian there? Thanks…Damian? Yeah, this is Haley. I hate you. Fuck off’
I jumped up in bed not know who Haley was or why there were two drunk-ass girls (kyle) in my apt. yelling there fucking heads off about boys @ 2.30 in the effin morning. So I busted outta my room in sweatpants and was like ‘what-in-the-god-dammed-fuck is going on out here?’ Kyle was just sittin there glassy eyed while these two girls (turns out one I knew) were having there way with my apartment. Needless to say, I was pissed, took a piss, turned up the heat, and tried to get back to sleep. I’m sure I’ll get some half-assed apology from Kyle today, but at least once a week I get woken up (is woken a word?) by some drunk assholes.