we cling to its plastic shell while furiously typing away our existence.

It's a perfect day for backyard essay writing, unfortunately I lack a backyard.

I must be evil because

I like to go into Tim's room and turn off his alarm after its been going off for an hour (this happens EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE WEEK).

I always hope that it ruins his day since he doesn't wake up on time (he wakes up at noon: "SHIT!"- best part).

I think my actions are justified since he's an alcoholic (if you have to get up at 8 AM you probably should start drinking at midnight).

I look forward to not living with him anymore (never again will I have to hear about existentialism!!!!).