So after losing at poker, twice, dancing with that cute boy at RPlace, Playing Darts with Brittin and Andrew, Doing Shots with Brittin and Andrew and Andrews Lesbian friend (God I wish I could remember her name, she was fun) going to Jack in the Box with Ryan Young of all people (who woulda thought) coming back home to eat it, Im walking Ryan out, when some mother fucker puts his foot through the glass entry door of my floor.
We chased him up five flights of stairs (dumb, cuz Im in socks, there is glass everywhere) Lost him somehow. Called 911. He found us in the stairwell (stupid) Ryan took a picture of him on his phone. He tries to confront me while Im talking to the dispatcher. I went outside the front door, and he comes from behind me and tries to grab my phone just as officers arrive. Apparently this was witnessed by my neighbours boyfriend, Brian. After they apprehended the guy, I was up til 430 with the police while Ryan, Brian and I gave our statements.
Im tired--Back to bed.
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