It had been a few hours since Stewart had left, he only left because some old green guy basically broke into my apartment. And before I could even pick up the nailed bat, he had dragged my sex partner out the door, slamming it behind him. He scared the fuck out of me, looking like a satanist. Stewart looked really scared when that guy dragged him out, I hope he's okay. I tapped my foot, "UGH!" I yelled as I stomped out of my room. Once in the kitchen I poured myself some coffee, sitting down at the table. It was just a sad Sunday, my roommate Janice left for work about an hour ago. It sucks that she works on Sunday's. I sat for about 20 minutes before I finished my coffee. When I was done I got up and put my coffee mug into the sink. Going into the bathroom to get ready to go food shopping. I turned on the bathroom light and found that someone had left me a mess to clean. By someone I mean me. My cloths from last night scattered everywhere. The dress was in the sink and one of my high heels were in the toilet. "Well, we probably started in here." I walked to the toilet and grabbed the poor shoe, it was going to need to be thrown away. I cleaned the bathroom up a bit and took a shower.