Okay. So my roommate needs to move out.
Sure, he IS moving out in a few months. But I think it should be sooner.
Not talking about Cool Roommate. Talking about the engaged one.
This morning at 8:20, Cool Roommate and I were both woken up (not together---well, together meaning at the same time but different rooms) to the sounds of a Bob Marley-Rahastafarian-Rap sort of music BLASTING from down the hall. It was loud enough I heard every thickly accented word.
Its bad enough that it ever happened, but its a SUNDAY for crying out loud... day of rest... relaxation... pondering the gospel...
And instead, I wake up to hearing this LOUD music.
Cool Roommate and I are taking votes as to whether or not we blast Mariah Carey, Celine Dion or Judy Garland at full blast next week at 7:00.