Flirty Guy had a barbeque last night. He invited Juice and I. So we get there and everyone but me is all about playing MW3 on the xboxes. Yes, xboxes. One house, 3 dudes and 2 xboxes. Hooray bachelor pad? Anyway There's like 6 people including myself in the house and I'm a hungry fat kid so I end up being the one who lights the grill, cooks the steaks, cooks the potatoes. Goddamn, I'm a fucking domestic. It was good too. I left early and Flirty Guy barely noticed. Dude, you're hilarious and awesome and make me laugh but You're 28, not 19. I'm not amused.

In other news, Roommate guy is bringing me money on friday!! WOOHOO! We're also going to paint the room. I'm so excited. My house might be less debilitatingly lonely now or something. At least I might not be so poor.