Roommates

Why do some roommates have to be so strange? Is it some prerequisite or something? My first roommate and I got along so well that I gave the toast at his wedding. At the time, we both joked that, when we moved on from the arrangement, we wouldn't be able to find another roommate as fantastic as we both were to each other. Little did I know that it would beso true. My current roommate wears a toupee and he doesn't want me to find out. The weird thing is that I've been living here for, like, the last eight months. He also doesn't so much wash the dishes as rinse them. So gross. He also seems to have a catalogue shopping habit but not for cool things. For crappy, cheap, kitchy catalogue items. Like ceramic kittens and birds or weird squeegee things for the shower. He also likes to buy things at flea markets but all of it is junk! I see a new portable radio in the apartment every other week. And books like "My Dark Shadows Scrapbook" or "The NEW Student Bible". The other day I saw that a bird bath had been delivered to our apartment. That would be fine but WE LIVE ON THE 12TH FLOOR! But what happened today really, really took the cake. I was in my room when I heard the unmistakeable strains of soprano saxophone floating in under my door. The soprano saxophone belonging to none other than Kenny G. When I moved in my roommate told me he like to listen to Classical Music. I think I found out today what he considers classical. Kenny G. I shudder.