It was orange juice for gods sake. She knows I'm crazy but I'm not crazy enough to hit someone with a knife like Jesus Christ. So what if the last person 'Didn't miss.' Am I the last person. No I'm not. Fucking orange juice everywhere. My hair my clothes my fucking phone. I went to dry off then all of a sudden I'm the bad guy. All she cared about was her iPad. Which is in a fucking waterproof case. Unlike my phone. Which was completely exposed. And now were stuck here texting the same person. No conversation. She said she tried to start one. On what her book? And her comparing herself to something stupid? Like that's gonna strike up a conversation. I have anger issues. See if you get orange juice on me or well any liquid on me it's not that big of a deal, now if you get it on my phone. Well I'm expecting at least an apology but nope. Just blank stares.
