Oct. 28, 2009
My roommate is so quiet sometimes
that I don’t know that she’s home when I get home. So I think I’m home alone - which means I walk around in my underwear and watch videos online without headphones, and read texts I receive out-loud and laugh heartily at whatever I’m watching.
Then I hear her come out of her room. And I freeze. WHO KNOWS WHAT SHE THINKS OF ME.
“She’s talking to herself again.. and laughing at whatever’s she’s saying.. poor crazy girl.”
