You are a fickle bitch. You give me something nice, and then just when I'm getting used to my good fortune, take it away. Is this because I didn't want to spend an extra $2000 to ensure that I'd have a room to myself for the next three months?
This is nothing against my future roommate; I'm sure she's a lovely girl and we'll get along just fine. But really? I loved the idea that I could have people stay over whenever. I loved having random dance parties with myself at 3 AM. I loved never having to use headphones. I loved not worrying about turning a light on when I got in late at night.
I want to love you. And you've been good to me in the past. You've provided me with housing in Manhattan for almost two years so far. I'm hoping you'll be good to me in the future, and let me be an RA.
But right now, we're not on speaking terms.
[Updated, 2/12/10]: So now I'm not getting a new roommate? After moving all of my stuff around? And cleaning like a bandit? And moving all of my posters to the other side of the room? RUDE.
No comments:
Post a Comment