Gay Roomie is gone for the rest of the week, so I'll have the crib to myself.  That's all well and good until you realize that sitting in a filthy, flimsy shithole by yourself isn't really so much more b-a-n-a-n-a-s then sitting in said hole with another person.  But still, a few days without the roar of his treadmill or the constant blabbering ( Read more... )