Unreiable, disorganized, confusing.
Unfocused and beautiful. A few of those words describe this blog.
Yet you read...
On year after moving into a closet bedroom (w/o a closet) I'm in a cooler better place. Three girls as roomates. Roomates my Dad says should be "Roomates with benefits"
Roomates I say: "They're my FUCKING ROOMATES."
He swerves slightly on the road as I calm down. "Sorry, Dad," I say. "It ain't the 60s anymore." He grins, laughs (cries later?).
I like where I live. Don't need body movements ruining it.
This movie scared the shit outa me as a kid: