Apr 17, 2008 00:09
I think my body doesn't like me very much.
It doesn't let me know when I get bruises. No discolouration, barely any swelling... I only notice when I run into something, or have somebody poke it or drop something on it.
Stupid leg. Why'd you have to go and get all bruised up?
HOW did you get all bruised up anyways? I didn't smash my quad into anything recently. Or at all. Oh well.
In other news, in all sincerity (and I can say this, because I know he won't read it), I have the best roommate ever.
Actually.
Both of the roommates I've liked have been the best roommates ever; but in different ways.
Still.
Best roommate ever. We get along, we're friends but don't have little quirks that piss each-other off, we're on the same intellectual level, and (secretly) we're in alliance against sarah. but this alliance is so secret, that he doesn't know about it.
But I'm not the only one who goes "there seems to be a trash-bag in the kitchen that needs to be taken out. and the recycling is kinda full too. who's job is that?"
And somehow, it usually seems to be sarah's job that isn't being done. Strange, that.