Call Me Jimmy

From the Blog of "Jimmy"

So college. 

It's a place that's supposed to be all about new ideas and new freedoms. 

So far all I've seen is this tiny room and my drunk-off-his-ass roommate. 

Okay so about that - 

Last night, or well actually earlier this morning, the door opens and this guy gets carried in my two girls. He's not only completely passed out but I can smell the looming hangover the ass butts going to have in the morning. So these girls throw him onto the bed I am not occupying and say to me "take care of him, hun." 

Like I know how to take care of a drunk... Okay, we all know I do thanks to my dear, dear Auntie Amara. Is it that obvious? Do I look like a guy who knows how hold a girls hair back while they vomit into a bucket? Okay probably. 

But anyways, these girls run out of the room and the boy, practically immediately, sits bolt upright and begins vomiting all over himself and his bed. So I go over to him and pull him over to the toilet. Once he finishes emptying himself of an apparently unbelievable amount of Alcohol he passes back out. 

Now if I was more selfish, even slightly, I would have left him on the bathroom floor and gone to bed. But nope. I;m completely to nice for my own good. I drag him into the shower and undress him. This would have pleased all my gay parts if he didn't weigh a billion pounds. But to answer the comments that I already know I'm going to get, yes he's very sexy. He even has a strange tattoo. So anyways After the shower, I put him into what I would expect him to sleep in and change his sheets. Then I tuck him into bed like I'm his mom. 

So far college seems to be going about the same as home. Maybe, my roommate, we'll call him the pet, cause why the hell not, will get sent to the psych hospital like Auntie Amara. 

The question of the day for you all - Why do you all enjoy reading about my pathetic life so much? I have literally no friends in real life so if you would tell me why that'd be great! Thanks! Logging off - 

Jimmy