There Is This Guy I Like Next To Who Wears These Dirty, Ugly, Slightly Broken, Yellow Crocs Every. Fucking.

There is this guy I like next to who wears these dirty, ugly, slightly broken, yellow Crocs every. Fucking. Day. That’s not the issue. The issue is that bro’s feet are hardly in the shoe. He’s really walkin’ around, stepping on the sides. If you’re gonna wear the shoes, actually WEAR the shoes.

I was thinking back to when my Sergei and I shared a room. It sucked for so many reasons, but none more so than the lighting at night.

She’d have the T.V. on, with multiple strips of LED lights, seven lamps on, and strobing globe lights while my insomniatic self was already fighting for my life to sleep. And she’d fall asleep with all of it on, so I’d be up at two AM and not be able to sleep or turn the entire pseudo sun off.

Now that the room is my temple for myself, I cover the windows and I use one of two fun light strips at a time to light the entire room. I don’t like the light.

I lay here, in my bed, and I think about a very traumatic moment in my life that I think about a few times a month.

Sergei had recently graduated and she had a boyfriend. Shocking, I know, but we’re not at the scary part yet.

Said boyfriend would often leave Sergei gifts in her room. Her room is in the basement. The basement has a shared living room next to the Sergei room. I was in the living room. I am drawing something stupid for a friend and I hear what sounds like my mother walking down the basement stairs. I prepare myself to say something stupid and I make eye contact with a lanky, eighteen-year-old man child and he has the AUDACITY to say, “Boo,” and NORHING else. I was speechless.

I do not like the fact that that man child walks like my mother. Luckily, Sergei is no longer with him and it only happened once.

Croc Boy wasn’t wearing the Crocs today?? My life is a lie.

Today, I was once again wronged by Emily. Why she sees reason to do this? I am unsure. She claims that I am a homophobic communist. She then told me to go back to where I came from. I am Russian and Native?? We’re in the America?? I’m not a communist?? Emily, you make me my eyes cry.

I wonder what everyone was doin’ in Boston today in 1919…