Entry 4

Got the new roommate! I wish, I SO wish, I could say that I am excited. I was wrong about the nerdy, gay kid thing. I was so wrong. He is a large, strong, drug dealer living in my living room who also wants to rap for a living. I know I shouldn’t be afraid of him, but I have to admit that I am not leaving my room because I am super intimidated by him.

The only thing that is more terrifying then living with a drug dealer is the idea that people will be coming into MY home to buy drugs from him. Who thought it was a good idea to let people who need to pay for drugs come into my home with things they could steal and sell for drugs. I LIKE MY THINGS. Okay, I did get most of my furniture college dumpster diving, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t loved and valued. The furniture is also crawling with bed bugs, so I guess if they steal it I still win.

I am also ashamed to admit that I really hate living with a man that I am not dating or who isn’t super gay. I feel like I am required to be dressed and ready every time I leave my room. I’ve heard that men turn to stone at the sight of a woman without makeup and a ratty tee-shirt.