Blame It On My A.D.D. Baby!
Summary
"Maybe I'm a differentt breed! Maybe I'm not listening! Blame it on my A.D.D. baby!" My voice echoed loudly throughout the small living room of the apartment as I sang along with YouTube.
My voice was loud, shakey, and out of tone; but! I don't care. I was alone; my roommate was out with a few friends getting groceries. Stuff like milk and toilet paper; things that we desperately needed to have in the apartment before the end of today. I had been yelling at her for days about going to the store for this stuff.
But it wasn't until our friends agreed to go with her that she agreed to go at all! Oh well I guess. As long as it gets done, then I guess it doesn't realy matter [b]how[/b] it gets done in the first place.
"October! I'm back, my beautiful lady love!" Lizbeth,my roommate, shouted; walking into the apartment.
She along with a few of the guys had bags in their hands that were filled with groceries. Though that didn't stop me from jumping around with the beat of the music that I had playing. The guys set everything down in the kitchen, before crowding around me and watching all of my movements. Suddenly I stopped.
"Dude!" I yelled suddenly, pausing the music, "This girl just bought a shit ton of acid! Who wants to get fucked and go to Vegas?!"
3/19/13