I’ve been helping a friend with a rummage sale for most of the afternoon. He’s moving to Florida in a couple of months and wants to be done with the majority of his stuff so he doesn’t have so much stuff to move. Which I totally understand. His roommate Ty was supposed to help him with the grill (he decided to sell hamburgers, hotdogs and brats for a buck a piece) and he was also supposed to help him carry some of the stuff back upstairs, but he got his stimulus check this morning and he said he was going to cash it and he’d be right back. That was at 1.30pm and it’s now almost 6.30pm and as far as I know, he’s not back yet. I imagine he’s gone to get high and he’s probably trashed somewhere on someone’s couch. I feel sorry for my friend because he’s a good person and he’s always trying to help people out with stuff and they just take advantage of him. It’s so sad 
So this afternoon, it was just me and my friend doing the rummage. He sold his stuff and I cooked the food for him. I’m not the best at manning a grill, so he helped me out a little. We had fun, drank Jack Daniels with Coke and ate burgers. In return, he gave me a few items of his that I’d had my eye on- like a cooler, a Star Wars 1985 VHS box set (for Nick) and a mirror. Troy and his friend came by to jokingly hassle us (as they usually do) and I gave him shit and made some smart ass remarks. It’s what I do best. Some people might consider me to be rude or intolerable, but I’m just a very sarcastic person. People think I’m funny but I don’t see it. I’ve always been this way, I used to get a smack across the mouth when I was younger for being so cheeky…but it’s just part of me now and my mum still doesn’t like it :p
Oh and I just looked in the mirror, and my face is all pink. Damn sunburn, I forgot to wear sunscreen :p
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