Conversations Of Me And My Roommates

[elsajeni]

ME: *wanders out to living room, opens fridge, removes apple juice, closes fridge*
ME: *walks halfway back across living room*
ME: *processes what was in the fridge, goes back, opens fridge*
ROOMMATE: *sensibly wonders what is so fascinating about the fridge* What are you doing?
ME: There's booze in this fridge that wasn't there before.
ROOMMATE: ... Booze?
ME: Yes. Booze. Where did it come from?
ROOMMATE: *comes over, looks in fridge* Hmm. I don't know.
ME: It's good quality mystery booze, though.
ROOMMATE: True. Expensive.
ME AND ROOMMATE: *close fridge, ignore mystery booze, go about our business*

I think it came from Architecture Roommate or one of the boys she keeps bringing over. And why does she keep bringing over such annoying boys? I mean, I'd be much more understanding about the presence of random boys if she had decent taste.

Oh well. Will strive to ignore mystery booze, even though whoever put it there moved my food around to make room for it. Stupid mystery booze.

Comments

[elsajeni.livejournal.com]

Um... none of the above. None of the above like you wouldn't BELIEVE.

[masanbol.livejournal.com]

GET ONLINE YOU FIEND!