Fact. I frequently refer to a certain group of people as, "my roommates." Fact. I only have...one roommate. Anyway, there are just three or four people who I'm always referring to when I say that. Sometimes because they're just always in my room, sometimes in the wee hours of the morning and sometimes playing loud music and sometimes, you know, doing the roommate thing. But...sometimes standing there, holding that blanket for me as I fall out of the twenty-story building. (Cartoons, right?)
I don't think they mean to do either one. Not all the time at least. But they do.
The thing is, is that that's kindof the way sisters are--sometimes loud when you're trying to study; sometimes always in your room...sometimes leaving their stuff in your space. But always there to share a Dr. Pepper, because there's only one left in the fridge, or to watch sad movies, or to talk about how much you miss your Mom.
Not sure if ya'll (ya'll West Coasters) will read this or not, but if you do--thanks. Looking forward to Denny's in t-minus 45 minutes. And we'll have to buy some more DP ;]
