Yesterday, roommate sat on the porch 'playing guitar.' It was very nice out and he appreciates good weather. That's great! However, I think I've already conveyed how terrible he is at guitar. He sat on the front porch strumming... something and singing "Free Fallin" for at least two minutes. Not the song; just those two words on constant repeat. I can't lie, I secretly recorded it and sent it to my friend.
In better news! Roommate is moving out this week and then going far far away. Sadly, the blog is going to die. Happily, my sanity has a chance to recover.
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