I am very excited about the royal wedding.

Obviously it is all about love.

Right?

Right.

Moving on, my roommate is lame. She is sitting laying right next to me and reading everything I write as I type it. Lame. Lame. Lame.

Moving on again. Her hair looks horrid. It is probably the worst I have ever seen it. Think mullet, mixed with grease mixed with ick.

True story.

Anyway, I feel a little bit stronger, et al., for those keeping track of my broken heart. It still sucks and whatnot, but you know, I’m still here so I figure we can mark this one in the “win” category for the time being.

Now my roommate is saying that my hair doesn’t look too hot right now either. I disagree.

I think it looks awesome. Think beautiful mixed with gorgeous mixed with love.

She says “that’s not true.” She is wrong.

I’m really going to miss her.

Long story short (sale)  I have to move out by June 5. Anyone looking for a roommate?

I have great hair.