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I know this is really random but I was wondering if anyone else thought this was funny.
Please do not take it and call it your own.


What is going on? Who are these people? They just expect us to trust them immediately and do whatever they say to do? I absolutely hate people who refuse to answer my questions. Especially when my questions are so easily answered, with only a this or that. I can’t be expected to believe every person who comes into contact with me. How could I trust three strange men who just happened to show up inside my apartment? I sighed, Taylor was right I really had to stop watching CSI all the time, but it was like a late night addiction now. When ever I couldn’t sleep I would pop in the DVD and watch one episode, every single time I did I was reminded of the month Tay had ‘grounded’ me from watching it. Just because I worried to much meant nothing, she shouldn’t have left her phone behind. It was funny watching her reaction to my substitute show, Firefly. I had turned the volume up so loud the first night that she thought we were being shot at. She ran through the apartment in her pajamas, screaming “we are going to die. Who did you kill this time? I didn’t do it! The mafia is after me! Help me!” She eventually ran all the way to the courtyard by the fountains, where she finally stopped and turned glaringly back at me. I was laughing so hard, that I about fell down the stairs. Tay refused to talk to me for a whole two days, while everyone teased her about it. Needless to say I had a volume limit enforced on everything I watched.