Last night was fucking stressful. Here it is, I finally get time to myself to do my thing, though I do not get Internet access which would be awesome. So I get home, and I figure Jermayne was hanging out in her room because she had to work the next morning. So, I started writing postcards, and drawing like a mad man, and at around 2am I hear Nick and Jermayne fighting in the hallway. I figured she kicked him out, and I wanted not part of it. 30, minutes go buy after a break of knocking on the door, she starts calling my name. I go to the door to let her in, and get this, they have lost the keys to the apartment. Now usually you think, I lost my keys, no big deal, ill just back track my steps and find them. Jermayne FLIPS on Nick. And it goes a little something like this:

I fucking hate you, go find my keys, I gave them to you, and you lost them. Go find my keys. You know what? I had enough of this. Get the fuck out of my apartment. Were through!!! Get the Fuck out! Get the fuck out of my house. Go find my keys, and then get the fuck out of my house, or else I am calling the police. I can’t even get into my own room, cause you lost the fucking keys. Help me get in my room, and then get the fuck out of my life, or else im going to call the cops. Etc.

They fight like this for until like 5 in the morning. They found the keys, but she was still screaming at him because when they went down to go look for them at the party they were at, “nick ruined the friendship, that she had with her gay friend darel.” She was so upset because she ruins the friendship of her best friend.

They would walk all over the apartment and fight, they wouldn’t stay in one place, a couple times they were SCREAMING at each other IN MY FUCKING ROOM! I don’t know if I can sit back and take this for comedic value anymore. It is stressful.