Saturday, April 22, 2006

why I should live alone, and other stories

Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sarah, my roommate of 2 years, moved out yesterday. I got home, and she was gone, with all of her stuff (except some pork chops in the freezer- and I don't eat pork, so I have no idea what to do with them...), and our apartment was now my apartment, and it was really quiet.

I am moving, too, in the next few days, but for now, it's kind of nice to have the place to myself. Here's a list of the things I've done sans roommate:

-drank corona without feeling bad about it
-walked around nude
-sang very loudly to "These Boots Were Made For Walking" and "Love Shack"
-played my stereo in the living room at 3am, eating toast and dancing about, in my underpants
-showered for entirely too long- should there have been anyone else here, it would have been really inconsiderate


Yeah. Not like I didn't do these things when Sarah lived here anyways...and so it dawns on me- I'm a bad roommate. I don't wash dishes promptly. I leave wet towels on the floor sometimes. I talk on the phone well into the wee hours. I like to play bad music, loudly, in the "shared area" of the apartment. I eat yogurt and beer for dinner. I talk to myself. I watch bad tv. I put leftovers in the fridge, leave them there for a few weeks, and then find them. Sometimes I throw them out...

So, in conclusion- Sarah, I'll miss you. Math Power, prepare yourself for the Summer of George. Self- start checking the classifieds.

4 comments:

kent said...

What about the mold in the coffee decanter?

Or the stale buns that would act better as hockey pucks?

Meg said...

HEY!

I resent that. It may be true, but judge not.

kent said...

Would I ever judge you? Never.

I just couldn't help but notice the decanter, and I was hitting the buns on the counter to see if they were actually as hard as I first thought.

Meg said...

Okay, I couldn't SEE the decanter when in the kitchen before half the stuff was missing, and I didn't know if those buns were mine or sarah's- I couldn't remember who had bought them.

We all know the cardinal rule of shared accomodation is:

Thou Shalt Not Eat Thy Cohabitator's Food.