"Go to school for photography. Like every other photography student, I'm a pretentious, shitty white kid. I can't draw for shit and I take film classes too. Might as well learn what I can if I can afford it y'know. I do music as a hobby mostly." Although he thinks that if his major doesn't work out for him, he could make a living off doing music. "What about you?" You should appreciate all his expensive as fuck equipment.
"Oh hell yes. I think we need to get hitched right now. Like holy shit, I don't think my life can be more perfect than this. Someone who can cook more than just mac and cheese from the box. A dream come true. I no longer have to wonder if I should make instant ramen or microwave a chimichanga from the freezer." He opens the door to John's room. The furniture inside is very simple. It's not like a college kid needs anything fancy though. "Hopefully you got a car for that. I don't drive. You can admire my bike on the porch." And by admire, you can see the hot pink monstrosity with streamers and basket. Sometimes is he feeling extra ironic, he'll put a stuffed animal in the basket.
"Otherwise, if everything is good, I got the paperwork you need to sign and I'll give you the spare key and you can now call this place your pad." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Just heads up. Put a sock on your door if you're gonna have sex with anyone. Like, dude. I'm chill with you getting some, just do it where I don't have to hear it. I'll give you my number of course and you can text or call it whenever. If you're gonna have a special someone over, just give me the heads up and I'll just go hang somewhere else until you've done the dirty."
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Date: 2013-09-21 06:20 pm (UTC)"Go to school for photography. Like every other photography student, I'm a pretentious, shitty white kid. I can't draw for shit and I take film classes too. Might as well learn what I can if I can afford it y'know. I do music as a hobby mostly." Although he thinks that if his major doesn't work out for him, he could make a living off doing music. "What about you?" You should appreciate all his expensive as fuck equipment.
"Oh hell yes. I think we need to get hitched right now. Like holy shit, I don't think my life can be more perfect than this. Someone who can cook more than just mac and cheese from the box. A dream come true. I no longer have to wonder if I should make instant ramen or microwave a chimichanga from the freezer." He opens the door to John's room. The furniture inside is very simple. It's not like a college kid needs anything fancy though. "Hopefully you got a car for that. I don't drive. You can admire my bike on the porch." And by admire, you can see the hot pink monstrosity with streamers and basket. Sometimes is he feeling extra ironic, he'll put a stuffed animal in the basket.
"Otherwise, if everything is good, I got the paperwork you need to sign and I'll give you the spare key and you can now call this place your pad." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Just heads up. Put a sock on your door if you're gonna have sex with anyone. Like, dude. I'm chill with you getting some, just do it where I don't have to hear it. I'll give you my number of course and you can text or call it whenever. If you're gonna have a special someone over, just give me the heads up and I'll just go hang somewhere else until you've done the dirty."