I got a new roommate...I could go on and on about our differences. From her noticeably fake nails, strong opinions about banks and cable companies, to her lengthy primping routine.
But all I really need to say is that the name of her cat is Louis Vuitton.
It took me 4 attempts, then 2 google searches to figure out how to spell the flipping name.
After she went on to tell me that his nickname is Louie, it took me some serious self-control not to reply:
"Funny! My cat's name is Target...I'm sure they'd be best buddies. Just kidding, no they wouldn't."
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Yesterday at the gym I opted for lunges prior to my elliptical routine. Though I don't recall the last time I did them specifically, I consider myself in relatively decent shape so I lunged right in...
Today I wake miserable. I contemplated something seriously wrong.
Something's happened to my legs. Ouch ouch, my leggggs. Cut them off, I'm done with them.
I am in pain and want to do nothing but moan all day. Except perhaps hire a butler from Craigslist via my phone...in bed. So he can bring me all my day's necessities.
I started to see a parallel form...
Doing lunges is like drinking. If you haven't done it in a while, you're going to feel it in the morning... And wish you had a butler...that's a monkey...because I mean... a lil monkey butler named Wiggles...talk about a day-maker.
Written via phone in bed. No legs were used or harmed when typing this post.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
On Sunday I went to grab ice from our ice box and per usual, there was nothing but germy ice-bits. You know, those little bits-o-ice that break off in the bucket, the ones that everyone has filtered through their fingers when grabbing the cubes...
I like my water cold and my immune system strong. I used the bits.
I also like to have convenient access to future cold beverages so I emptied the half-used ice trays (annoyed.) and refilled them.
The next night, having not used any more ice since the refill, I reached into that bucket and thus I established a pattern...
Ice bits and a half empty ice tray.
After my mind flooded with irrational angry thoughts:
I'm going to leave a note: "It takes more time to pick out individual cubes than it does to refill the tray".
I'm going to empty the tray really loud so my roommates (who weren't even home) know what they did (more like, didn't do) and I am not happy.
I'm going to hide the ice. That's right, no more ice for them. The ice is all mine...Allllll mine!
After composing my mental self, I concluded...
This simple task is something that is done when no one else is watching. It involves being proactive to support yourself and others. It is responsible, considerate, and just the right thing to do.
...currently questioning my roommates' character
...and debating how I could feasibly hide the ice from them (while maintaining my title as Best Roommate Ever).