Meet my roomie - Wesley Wu. I have no idea why he is putting that in his mouth, but I probably drove him to that.
I came home and he was washing the dishes.
That's bad, because Most of the dishes were mine.
In that moment my world crumbled, everything came crashing down.
It hit me.
I am the bad roommate.
This experience is not new. I've walked in on people doing the chores that I had neglected before. But never did I recognize the larger story that these experiences would tell.
I instantly started thinking of all the others. My soul began to apologize.
I'm sorry Brandon. Please Forgive me Patrick. And Debbie for that matter, who frequented her fiance, Patrick's, list of chores at times. Oh will we have a new tomorrow Kenny? Kip say it aint so. Casey you got the worst of it - we were together so long. And now...Wesley... you too.
Ug. I can't even look at myself in the mirror (that stands above the kitchen sink) any more.
How many conversations took place about me behind my back. How many times have I been the object of cursing. It's all OK.
This is a cross that I must bare. I am the bad roomate.
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