... that my roomie is not a serial killer, nor is she an obsessive follower of reality tv shows. She has a car, bought me tooth-paste, took me shopping, and... did I mention she has a car?
Hurricane Katrina hasn't reached this far north on the coast: however, it did spell grey hippo-like clouds that crushed the horizon and my roomie's car's windshield this afternoon, bringing rain and sweatshirts out under human eyes. A comfort after the heated humidity of the past few days.
I now am the proud owner of a plasma ball, a joyous creation that looks like this:
I also have my own table lamp, a morbidly--deliciously so-- black comforter and a laundry basket, wearing the same livery.
In short-- territory has been marked. Tribe members have been ascertained. And the hunt, with tomorrow's classes, will begin.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The good news is...
Posted by The Wizard of Odd at 6:49 PM
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1 comments:
you got a plasma ball! wowie! ga-zaowie!
you know though, the most normal looking people turn out to be whacko inside. heh heh. norman bates type. ;D
good to know your roomie's cool though.
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