My brother called me this morning . . . at 4:50 am. I love talking to my brother . . . just not that early. I did not answer, because quite honestly, I didn't care what he had to say. I texted him, "it's not even 5. why are you calling me?" His response? "Alex [his room mate] told me to. He wants to hear your Benjamin Button impression. I'll smack him." I told him to "Please do. I'll do it later."
SERIOUSLY JONATHAN??? Add the fact that he's on his mid-semester break, on his way to New York to stay in a hotel over Time Square, and I wanted to shoot him.
Welcome to my life.
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