Me too. I just went and added it to a few of my Spotify playlists.

My friend and her brother had to do the same thing. Always a Saturday morning. They lived at the end of a cul du sac. Her dad had the best punishments, man!

Ha! Don’t be! Those came out WAY better than hers did. W.A.Y.

True story, dude.

OMG, I just remembered: this is the roommate who also “borrowed” my vibrator. And told me she had borrowed it and if I needed it back right away, it was in her bed. (I never “needed it back.”)

Thus, no guilt. That you made the effort to explain it tells me you’re not a dick. No worries. That’s all on her.

I actually just texted Best Friend and told her I outed myself as the 80% shitty roommate. She told me I was stealing 30% of her fame.

I looked that up just now. August 2, 2000. That seems way too late, doesn’t it? Nope, several sites confirm it. Hmm. Plaid-Head was 7 years ahead of her time.

She had very unruly, coarse, frizzy hair that was incredibly damaged from constant sun exposure and her frequent exphairiments. (ha!) Underneath it, I think she probably could have had some really pretty curls, but she refused to put any work into her hair, other than torturing it. Plaid may work on someone with…

Could also be the supplier as well. A few tiers down and it gets more expensive because everyone wants a cut.

Hell yeah you do. Even before it was medically legal (i.e. my college days), the Emerald Triangle was well known.

No guilt over that. That wasn’t you at all.

I grew up in southern California*. The dude is strong with me, even 17 years after I left. But I understand your distaste. It’s become one of those things that I just accept about myself. I dude. I dude a lot.

I had a roommate that sexed while I was in the room too. She even knew I was awake because I called her an asshole for making a loud noise and waking me up right before she decided to bang him. Then she loudly bangs him for 2 minutes while I’m laying there “WTF”ing in my head. And then the bed stops squeaking and…

Seriously. Texas. Houston. Giant, world renowned cancer hospital. Good city to live in if you happen to get cancer, which I did, and my oncologist told me to go find weed for the chemo and radiation. But is it legal here? No. No it’s not. Even my super republican, straight laced parents have done a 180 on weed…

Damn! If you’re ever in Houston, look me up. I wanna get drunk with you. I’ll tell you about the LOOOOOOSERS I’ve dated, including the kid whose father hit him as a teenager with his own (dad’s) prosthetic leg, which he removed to use as a weapon. (Hopping mad?) I broke up with him soon after that because, among…

Shitshow details, please.

Blow jobs, dude. Sloppy blow jobs.

And I lived with a gal who was one of my best friends before she moved in, after moving out of a roommate situation with my previous Attempted-Plaid-Hair roommate. (Told me I was right about her.) Absolute hell. Drama, shitty boyfriends on both sides, no communication aside from passive aggressive communication.... …

I lived with a gal I was really really good friends with (2 br apt), who brought over a couple she’d met on a plane and fucked them loudly all night. The night before I had a very important work thing the next day, which I’d told her about weeks in advance, days in advance, and then to all three of them before I went…