I really do like coming home to someone. She glompped me yesterday. Is happy. I'm glad she's home, even if it's just for a little bit.

My totally amazing roommate is making crepes for brunch tomorrow. How lucky am I? Mushroom-mozzarella crepes with Nutella-banana and strawberry-whipped cream crepes for dessert. Yeah, she's pretty awesome.

Amelia has invented the Pride and Prejudice drinking game ( Read more... )

Super-fantastic-beautiful roomie + sleepy Sunday night + Jane Austen on PBS + snuggling = Happiness and sunshine.

Love you, roomie!

Ok body, you are exhausted. Like, not functioning-exhausted. Eyes hurt, feet dragging, all that jazz. So why are you not sleeping? Or if you are going to not sleep, could you at least be awake enough so I can study or write?

In happy news: there is a tree in my living room! A LIVE, smells-delightful-and-Christmasy tree!! With lights! My roomie

(Both sides this conversation are in a mock serious tone, but obviously both of us are being silly ( Read more... )

My roommate is my hero today (and yesterday and every other day in the past week and probably tomorrow).

I really do have a fantastic roommate