It’s puzzling, how one guy could find my place, but not the other. I mean, it’s not like I live in the middle of a suburban maze, or in the ghetto of Lawrence’s east side. Making sure that three times is a charm, the M$ lady checked and double-checked my address.
I would’ve pursued my console more actively, if it weren’t finals time last week. Honestly, the last thing I needed then was my 360 back, much less dealing with UPS. But, it’s on the way, and I intend to have Black unwrapped and waiting for it.
In the game, motherfuckers.