Funny, thinking about it now, I really don’t think I could ever picture him toting around glocks and rugers, a rifle or two, tear gas, flashbangs, laser-sighted pistols, splattered with blood, dragging criminals out of hiding like a fox in a rabbit hole. No. He’s just too… clean, too organized and calm. A piece of lint on his shoulder can bring the entire day to a halt, so, no, I didn’t see this.
I am afraid it is quite foolish to leave one’s account logged in when you have been nothing but completely abschlaffen since we left the theater, especially in such an… interesting household. Alda, I know you will be looking for your bag in the morning, therefore I am putting it under the bar considering it was left, rather messily, in the center of the living room floor which is helping the clutter in no way.
Angenehme Träume to you all!
(PS. The settee, not entirely the proper place to sleep, should be lied on when sleeping, not slumped over an arm while sitting.)
I’m going to my first ever dinner party tonight (What does one do at a dinner party?) and the whole crew is going to be there (minus lik T-bang and Greenbay) but we’re having Olive Garden (Which is Italian for “heaven” [not really]) and we get to be all dressed up and shit.
I’m soo friggin’ excited guys. I feel like a real adult!!