Gone and Gone
I came home from Boston to find all Roomie's stuff cleared out of the garage (and his room), his key on the countertop and a note thanking me for letting him live there. I guess I can't call him Roomie anymore. He needs a new name - Xoomie? I'll See Him As Much Now As When He Lived With Me? Him We Don't Speak Of? You decide.
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It's more allusive since it's not that we don't speak of him. It's just we vaguely see him. "Marry me" used to call him "muscle man" a few years back when he was in our congregation. That's why her nickname for "I dunno" had to be "muscle boy," but I'm not suggesting you call him that. The thought just popped into my mind.
Muscle Man. That cracks me up. Have you ever seen his brother? Would he be Really Muscly Man?
I've seen his brother once a long time ago, but I don't think Marry me has.
wow! that's bizarre! does that mean you no longer have food in the fridge?
He did leave a little food. But basically I'm back to Champagne, Wine and film.
... and oodles of condiments. I guess I can apply those to my fingers and lick them off when I get hungry.
And batteries.
So i just got back to the real world like six minutes ago. I read the post from Father's blackberry, but didn't post... so...
WOW!
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