(The resemblance is really uncanny.)
In the spirit of retaliation Marsha once spent an entire weekend calling me "roommate" to see if I'd notice.
I didn't.
She is currently taking suggestions for better options of retribution nicknames.
Marsha and I are the losers of the apartment. The other two roommates, who will remain unnamed (love you Tracy and Jessica) both have boyfriends, meaning Marsh and I get to spend real quality time together alone in the apartment on a daily basis.
Tonight's Activity: Max Keeble's Big Move
In reality it is the only thing on TV right now that doesn't involve following Alaskan fisherman drama or polygamist sister wives, but I still remember it being better than this.
I guess sticking it to your snappy 4th period teacher and the school bully in one fell swoop* just doesn't tickle my fancy the way it used to.
I guess when you don't have a boyfriend you just deal with stuff like this.
*comes from the play Macbeth. My Shakespeare class is taking over my life.
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