So, living with my roommate is pretty cool. In part, it’s becaue he seems to be a cool guy. But it’s also partly because I’ve never actually seen him sleep, cook, eat, use the bathroom, or anything else that would imply he actually lives here. I think he does all that stuff at his fiancee’s house. In effect, it’s kind of like I somehow rented a really nice, really cheap apartment for myself, which comes pre-supplied with cool things for the living room, and has a room I don’t go into. Sometimes my roommate’s in the living room, playing on the PS2. But that’s pretty rare.
I’ll actually be kind of sad when the term ends, and my current florida goes to africa, and the other guy comes back from thailand. Because it’ll probably be not bad at all, but there’s no way it can be better (for me) than this…
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