After dinner and a few beers at the local bar/ restaurant, I think I finally made a little leeway with getting to know my roommates (our schedules are so different when they get home I'm going to bed, etc.). Bonding over youtube videos (What did we do before them?) hilarity did in fact ensue and I'm still laughing over these:
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Roommate bonding.
Posted by .Nicotine.Queen. at 9:11 AM
Labels: Adventures in Gotham City, Little Things amuse the shit out of me
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Ah, roommates.
I only had that experience in college -- went straight from there to the altar.
Most of mine were blah. Hey, they were guys. Who really could care? But one young man was such a cerebral man, so different, so unique, that I will never, ever forget him.
I think we would have remained friends for life, long after college.
But he had a secret. He was a heroin addict. The last I heard, he had gotten off the stuff and was trying to help a Girlfriend off it, and then he disappeared.
His family hasn't heard from him since.
roommate bonding is so important. I suggest nice hot baths to really break the ice.
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