When it's nighttime and you use your phone's light as the flashlight to investigate the crime scene that is your socks on the floor. Actually, throwing a blanket not much bigger than the rug the socks are on is something I should consider because I'm not picking that up. I'll wake up to the confusion of someone else in the house but what's really worth it is that for some reason I love things being out of place. Especially conveniently out of place, like oh, layered rug, delicious.
Yeah but the whole reason I'm doing this is because I'm slightly creeped out because a friend was having me listening to creepypasta earlier.
I can't wait for tomorrow. ^w^
do u ever feel like every word you say is like a metaphorical pot being dropped and everyone is just reacting to the noise because
dat me always
It's an addicting noise though.
Breaking stuff is fun??