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October 28, 2001The first words out of my roommate's mouth were, "Are you moving out?" This would throw off most people as the usual 8 a.m. greeting is "good morning," but not for The Roommate That Never Says Hello Or Goodbye Even If You Say It First. I turned around, getting back to the dishes, and said, "Probably...what about you? I assume you're staying," though i already knew the answer. "Yeah," he said, walking off not even looking at me.Our house epitomizes rad. Herringbone floors, plaster molding, vintage stove, balcony. A big part of me wants to claim sole renter status, sans roommates and blaring televisons and body hair littering the bathroom floor. The dining room would reclaim its spot as a grand gastronomic spot instead of its secondary duty as my makeshift bedroom. The atrium would house plants and birds and laterns, not empty beer kegs and abandoned pairs of shoes. I had plans, but it's not going to work out like that. Giving up the house disturbed me at first. But in reality, by the time things were just right around here, by the time the disease was erradicated, Nancy and I would leave it all behind anyway to start our lives together. In that sense, I'm ready to go. Give me a sec to pack up. posted by Fender Bender at 5:01 PM
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