I need a friend overhaul. According to Roommate. Why do I listen to him? Because I know he’s right. My friends are, on the whole, catty gay bitches. There are some exceptions; a few girlfriends are delightful; a few gay guys are intelligent and, erm, poised. And then there’s Roommate, who, well, fights with people a lot. But it’s true. I moved here, what, eight months ago, and don’t even have a place I could go if I wanted to just watch a movie with someone and relax. Which is kind of sad.
