So if I move to LA, I'll need a roommate. You should move in with me. We could move down the street from Katie and Matt. It'd be fun. Like 1995 all over again.
Crazier things surely have to have happened.
I mean, seriously, why not?
I'd even make you breakfast in the mornings.
Well, ok, if I get up in the mornings
Don't mind me, I'm just drunk. And crazy. Definitely crazy.
You could make me write though.
It'd be fun.
I'd make sure you got your thans and thens right in your writings, too. Like a free editor.