bagel and i are standing across the apartment complex near my house trying to cross the street, but literally we’re not moving one bit, although there are no cars. there’s a girl screaming on the third floor to another girl saying she took her money. the accused girl is denying it in a meek tone. shit is getting heated and there’s a guy attempting to mediate both parties. he’s not doing a good job of it, but who honestly would be? the screaming was getting out of hand until one of the girls went back in the apartment slamming the door.
welp, there’s that.
plus it’s chilly, so i think bagel and i will make our way home now.
i’m nosy, i know, but someone is having the worst new year’s eve tonight.
-ratha, 7:34pm, 12.31.19