To put it in perspective, our ‘lawn’ is a side strip about 9 yards long/2 yards wide. Some guy knocked on our door and said he would cut our lawn for $20. Are you fucking kidding me? My roommate politely told him to shove off (while I would have laughed and slammed the door).
It still hasn’t hit me that we’ve graduated. It just seems like yesterday that we were meeting for the first time freshman year- me thinking that ‘the kid with the long hair and tie’ was too nice to be randomly driving my friends and I to the Aquarium.
This dream wouldn’t have freaked me out if it wasn’t for the fact that I FELT EVERYTHING. I can’t even describe to you how terrifying that was.
We both know that we have this weird harmonious living situation and I almost don’t want it to end. A year and a half isn’t long enough. I’m afraid that when I come back to the States, we won’t have the opportunity to be roommates again and I left a good thing.
She exasperatingly asked why I didn’t find one of the male workers attractive, and being a blunt/honest person, what was I supposed to say? “Because he has a penis” was all I could think of at the time.
I knew there was a reason I kept him around (besides being in ‘bro-love’ with him). I swear I learn something new about him everyday.
Now, when I vacation, I live by the “4 Bs”: Beaches, Babes, Booze, and Books. I was ecstatic because it was the first day and I was going to have all four!
I peak out of my window and see the guy yelling loudly at the girl who has her arms crossed, and still crying. The guy takes a very aggressive posture and I get a bit scared for her. So when my roommate comes to my window to get a peak he sees the guy throw her down to the ground. He makes a move like he is going to go outside, and that’s when I see he had his hunting bow by the front door.
I’m about to tell you a story that is 100% factual, but my roommate will deny it even in death (so he says). This did happen, so don’t believe anything he tells you:
…Afterwards, we sang/ fucking skipped all the way to Rams Head. We couldn’t find room inside so we all sat outside curled around one of the heat lamps. At this point I realized I was drunk because I flirted with 2 older women/ other women in the damn bathroom and was sitting outside without my jacket on to prove that it wasn’t cold out due to the heat lamp.
I mean, the skipping/loud singing should have been a sign; let’s be honest.