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Hey, so I'm Hector and I'm here, mostly to vent. Sometimes, there are just things I have to get off my chest and the best outlet for me is just to write it out.
My views may be extremist to an extent, bu bear with me. I'm pretty open-minded. So if I post something you don't necessarily disagree with, let me know and I'll do my best to correct the problem.
Other than that, feel free to laugh at my expense.
Enjoy. (:
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I woke up this morning and totally forgot where I was. I look around and I realize I was on the couch. Nice.
I lay there and try to go back to sleep, to no avail, sadly.
I hear Can’s aunt downstairs, talking loudly and indistinctly; Turkish.
After a while, Can wakes up and he goes right back to work on Need for Speed. We take turns for a while. I am not all that great and he gives me hell for it.
Eventually, we get up and head downstairs. We search for something to cook. We decide on French toast. There’s no bread, though. Unless we use sourdough, as Can suggests. Then we decide on pancakes. There’s no mix, either..
So we go to the store and no pancake mix there, either. xD
We go to the next one, a mile away (according to Can), and we find some there. We pay for it and are on our way. We get there. And…. let’s just say it’s interesting watching Can take out his anger on the kitchen table while LOSING at Need for Speed. Hahahahaha!
We eat chocolate pancakes and now it’s time to watch Youth in Revolt, illegally.
Oh, and for when we’re roommates, Can is gonna have to wash ALL THE DISHES, after I cook, of course, ‘cause Can can’t even boil water. (:
