Your boy with my jacket is fucking killing me. KILLING me. I've offered to pay him to drop it off. I've tried to plan a day to pick it up. I've tried to meet him in Copley for it. I IM him all the fucking time and he replies twice and then ignores me.
I'm an annoying, cold, faggot and I need that fucking jacket back. If you can do anything to help my ass out, let me know. Until then, I'm going to continue being a shivering faggot with the build of a greyhound.