As I keep finding things that have been fucked with, I keep wanting to come and yell at you for it. Not cause I'm really mad or anything, I'm just dissapointed that you weren't watching better. I trusted you to take care of things, and thusly enable me to go do whatever I wanted and enjoy myself. I realize the place wasn't destroyed, but it's becoming more evident that that's more because we don't own anything heavy enough to knock down the walls.
That said, I couldn't actually yell at you for it. For one, I like you too much and it would probably unintentionally cause a fight that wouldn't be worth it, and for two, it's pretty much my own fault for not sticking around to make sure things weren't being fucked with. There's not much I can do but sit and laugh at myself, then count through my wallet and hope I can cover everything.
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ReplyDeleteYeah, that was angry.
ReplyDeleteI guess maybe there is a little foreshadowing around here though.