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Thursday, November 06, 2008

The new roomie.

So we are currently living together, the boyfriend and myself. Together. In one apartment. All the time. Every day. Yep, that's us. Together.

All sarcasm aside, I think it's getting better everyday. The first week was definitely rocky mainly because I desperately needed order. I can't stand seeing shit in boxes for weeks and so I put a gun to Dominic's head on Saturday as we went through everything, and throwing out most of it.

Why do guys keep the most useless things, like hundreds of business cards of people he doesn't even remember meeting, or one of those foam fingers from a baseball game that he never actually brings to a baseball game? If only there was a secret room I never have to see, we'd put those things in there for him to scatter around the floor so he can roll around in it while eating ice cream sandwiches and watching porn.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

dude. that is funny.

3:06 PM  
Blogger andrea said...

dude...dying. hilarious. I don't really know you, but I know Aylin. And she sits next to me at CW and urges me to read your blog. It makes me happy.

3:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dude, I really know you & that was perfect & one day you should get him that room when you move to a bigger place

4:04 PM  
Blogger Heidiblossom said...

It's called the 'man room' and it usually ends up being the garage. Thank god there is a place to put the stuff of his you don't want to have to lay eyes on every day!

12:19 AM  

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