Roomate!?
SO, I got my roomate at long last. His name is Andre Bernard Clarke. They probably thought it was pretty funny to put the Kanuck and the Frenchie in the same room. But then again, besides his name, there's no indication that he's French, although it looks pretty flagrantly obvious doesn't it. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, so he probably fights people everyday, in which case he'd be wicked ripped, but insecure at the same time due to his FRENCHness. I don't know. I'll e-mail him and find out more about him. If he is French though, I'm drawing a border half way down our room, one which he cannot cross, and I'll enforce rules on what he can use on my side of the room and for how long.
Anyway, pretty boring week. Monday sucked, Tuesday sucked more, and today was ok only because I had work, although nothing too eventful happened. Nothing EVER happens at the deli, it's just...Work. I've sanded more of my porch down, gone out each night. The usual.
K, going to eat dinner now.
Anyway, pretty boring week. Monday sucked, Tuesday sucked more, and today was ok only because I had work, although nothing too eventful happened. Nothing EVER happens at the deli, it's just...Work. I've sanded more of my porch down, gone out each night. The usual.
K, going to eat dinner now.