Boston Tse Party (2/3 ready)
So far, the Crap Shack has deviated from its main mission statement--that is, to record the painfully exciting/unexciting life of my Boston roommies--and has veered towards pictures of crazy-ass insects and hot shoes. Well well, we should be back on track soon as the search for my real Boston roommies is now 1/3 over.
I found him through the university roommate list--which, btw, is alarmingly similar to personal ads. Moving into the real crap shack next year is one Fred E (last name blocked out for the sake of privacy).
The good: he's from Luxembourg, and therefore his presence will give the house an European flare. Maybe he'll wear a beret.
The bad: google searches of Fred turned up NOTHING. I refuse to believe that, in a world where we can dig up a picture that Jenny drew when she was 10-years-old, there are no digital evidence of my future roommate. Is he made-up? Is he real? Will he pay his share of the rent on time? Also, importantly, is he into this whole "blogging" and "sharing you daily life with strangers/my Edmontonian friends" business?
The AWESOME: Fred knows French, German and Swedish. Not only will the (real) crap shack be as international as an IHOP, I'm going to make him read the IKEA catalogue out loud and explain the meaning behind every furniture name. And if Natalie and Jenny come visit, the house will be a mad cacophony of foreign languages. RAD!
One down, one more roommate to go.
posted by Tonka Time @ 5:53 AM
6 Comments:
So ... why hasn't he been added to the blog yet?
Keeping with this, will one of us (Tyson or myself) be ousted when the new guy joins the blog? How will this be determined? I'm afraid. I have lots of good posts left in me. Don't cut my blogging dreams short.
I don't think I'll ever abandon you guys. Of course, this means Chris should probably start posting more least this blog ends up like Larocque Talk.
Also, I'm back.
Also, I can't believe I've missed out on the birth of Brad Pitt, Gwen Steffani and Matt Damon's offsprings and the death of Aaron Spelling while I was away.
My sister also had a baby. She's not a celeb though, so she'll only make the cover of O'Leary/Keenan Weekly. $3 for the first public pic of Nancy with little Claire Elisabeth. Commodity!
Welcome back, roomie. I'll do a detailed post tomorrow on the state of my crap shack. It's gone way, way downhill.
BAM
Is this the same sister who you thought were having triplets.
Or do I have a different friend whose sister was expecting triplets?
The doctor told my sister she might be having twins or triplets, and physically she looked like she was going to, but there was just one baby inside. Turns out he likes to play mean-spirited jokes on his patients. He would always push down on the scale when he was weighing Nancy and she'd start to freak out about how she gained 15 lbs since her last visit, then he'd start laughing and take his foot off the scale. Real prick job, if you ask me. But kind of funny at the same time. Okay, I just wanted to say prick job.
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