Chapter 57: In Which Well That Was Weird

Sometimes I never really talk about my roommate except briefly. Then she becomes a porn star, and now I have an entire blog post devoted to her weekend (which secretly includes Monday). We begin with boyfriend who buys her a swimsuit. For which he needs measurements. Then, she goes home teaching (which is a male activity) and has a church brother hit on her. Even though he knows she has a thirty year old boyfriend. They spend several hours together. Then the boy next door comes by, bearing me kind gifts of carbonation, and tells her to spoon with him. Then, reposing on our couch, he stays and takes a nap, after making her sing him lullabys. Then she aces her physics tests. She then comes home, discovers she has won one hundred dollars, and then floods the kitchen trying to clean the dishwasher. She then gets turned about and very confused trying to find me to pick me up to attend our family home evening. At which she eats a splendid supper of cookies and cannot speak English. And there was decidedly more weird stuff that only makes sense if you know her, and still other things that I probably just shouldn't post about :) So I won't... Even though I really want to.