So over the last two days, Jigger's nearly knocked me unconscious, almost blacked my eye, and broken my foot. Or I could be exaggerating a little. Sorta.
Yesterday he put some of his work and books on a shelf attached to the wall that is THREE FEET to my right,from the spot where I sit and do my work. The books and shit FELL in an arc so that they fell on my head 3 feet away. If they had just fallen straight down, I could understand it, but their arc defies the laws of gravity. This is why I never liked fig newtons. Damn fig liars!
Then he was going to visit his friend and taking his laptop with him as he undid the wire it swung around his computer desk and smacked me in the face. Not sure what I did to him but apparently all of his shit is seriously pissed the fuck off at me. I apologized but not enough because today I was sitting on the floor reading when he got up to get some water and stepped on my foot. Seriously the noise was so loud it scared him. He really thought it broke and for a moment I wasn't so sure. But nahh I'm tuffer than that. Mutherfucker is sore but I'll live.
So yea just throwing out to whatever spirits I seem to have pissed the fuck off. It was NOT intentional. I swear. Maybe.