Jenn's been my roommate for two years, and if I had the patience that this girl possesses in one eyelash, I'd be a much happier person. Every day, I'd come home from work, sprawl out on her bed as she tried in vain to check her Internets or do homework or read and I would talk myself blue in the face. I would not shut up for hours. Jenn is a terribly good sport. Moving out was like getting divorced. Our stuff had merged into one indivisible organism, consuming our entire dank basement apartment.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all this solitude. It feels unnatural. I hope I don't start acting like a homeschooled kid.
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i think i may have inadvertantly met your roommate. but maybe not. does she work at the high street alladin's?
if so. she is a peach of a lady.
Hmm, maybe you met Kate, who is a total peach.
Let's have blogs!
Hokay!
Due to lack of Internet, I have missed all the blogs you have blogged and thus missed a whole entry dedicated to improving my self esteem.
Thanks, Old Pal. My bedroom is totally lonely and boring without you, and I effing mean it.
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