Dear May, I know I may not be the best roommate. I may not turn down your bed and put a mint on your pillow or serve you breakfast in bed. I may not be tall, dark and handsome and be able to spoon with you at night, but I assure you I am cool, though not as cool as you.
-Text to my phone at 11:17pm, Monday, August 31, 2009
This made me smile. No writeup in the world, no matter my imagination or how much time I have, could top this flash of genius. Also, I can’t write when I’m feeling guilty.
Check out her blog. My roommate does some pretty cool stuff. Because she’s pretty cool.
I promise to come home. You don’t have to thank me when I come into your room in the morning and start spooning you. It’s the least I can do.