love spit love - am i wrong?
imagine you just moved into a house with vague acquaintances. you've got this big ass bin full of blankets and pillows and other soft things, and you come home one night to find it MIA. you look all around and make your way for the vacant bedroom. when you knock, 5 voices chime in, "hellooooo?!"
you open the door and ask your roommates and their friends if they know where all the blankets went. after you ask, you realize they're all on ecstasy and lying in a big puddle of people and blankets under a pile of blankets on top of a pile of blankets, everyone cuddling each other and a pillow. you try to get mad for a second, but everyone's smiling too hard.
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