Do our neighbors hate us? Also, got a new job?
If they don’t yet, after only one noise complaint despite the adventures we consistently have, then they do now. I broke into “That’s Amore” during a midnight Taco Bell run which lead into Karaoke Revolution Party, which lead into us getting home and finding two mics for the Xbox. What continued was the most beautiful thing known to man as Corey and I belted out truly terrible renditions of every song we came across.
Except for “Snake Eater.” There’s no way we could ruin a song with lyrics describing the act of eating tree frogs. Aside from that, though, it was a pit of shit that we formed for the past hour.
In other news I’m going to have no voice and less sleep than I should for my interview in less than six hours. I’ll update with something tomorrow with some results, hopefully favorable, towards me having a different full time job while relegating Best Buy to secondary status. Indeed.
Lastly, Bill wouldn’t sing with us. That likely means Bill sucks balls. It definitely means that. Bill sucks balls.