I laugh when they fart in each other’s faces. I debate which Halo was better with them. I tell them about my old ass gameboy and we talk about how big they were and what we have now. We talk about our favorite games. I laugh immensely at their movies- Office Space and Nacho Libre.
I’ve always been a guy girl. I’ve actually been pretty happy the past few days because I’ve been hanging out with this group of guys and I fit with them more than I do with the girl friends I’ve made here. Partly because I’ve always grown up with guys so I know how to fit with them. It feels good.
Except I was wrestling tall Travis to get my water bottle back, and I feel on the wooden arm of the couch and I have a mongo huge bruise the size of my palm on my thigh.
Youch.
