8:11 p.m. Sunday, Aug. 26, 2018
I am eating puppy chow. My roommate is on the couch with me. Brad is in my kitchen making me waffles. I drop a puppy chow bite. My roommate won’t let her dog eat it, so I must go throw it away.
I stand up.
I walk to the kitchen to throw away said puppy show.
The TV is playing. My roommate is watching a show called “The Innocents.” The volume is loud. The subtitles are still on.
As I’m opening the trash can, I hear a loud beating.
I figure it’s coming from upstairs. My upstairs neighbors are loud.
My roommate pauses the TV.
Brad exasperated says, “You make me wanna smoke.”
I am confused.
They tell me the downstairs neighbors just beat on their ceiling because we were being too loud.
I was the only one walking.
I am a fatass.
*This is not the first time someone has told me I stomp. My college roommate told me I stomped. Brad has told me several times I stomp. Brad told me when we first started dating, he thought I was mad all the time. But I was just walking.
This is day 23 of 100 days of blogging. Read day 22 here.
