I love living where I am living right now, and Danielle is probably the best roommate in the history of the world. However, I am fairly sure that she would much rather eventually marry Phillip and grow old with him than eventually turn into an old maid and grow old with me. This means that eventually, I will need to find someone else to live with me somewhere else.
I’m not a bad person to live with. Sometimes I am messy, but I can’t handle things being dirty. (There is a HUGE difference between messy and dirty. Huge.) I’m an awesome cook, and if you have pets, I will love them as if they are my own. There are, however, definitely a few things that any future roommate needs to be made aware of before he or she makes the decision to share a residence with me.
1) It is in the best interest of everyone within a 25 yard radius if I only eat off of paper or plastic plates and only use plastic silverware.
2) I may or may not have caught a dishwasher on fire when I was 18. Turns out, you can wash dishes in a dishwasher, but not clothes. Though I think I learned my lesson, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to write “dishes only” on the dishwasher in case my memory ever lapses.
3) I generally go to my room around 7 pm and I am asleep by 8:30. I have the sleeping habits of an 89 year old great-grandmother.
4) While hardwood floors are very pretty and quite easy to clean, they have proven to be nothing but incredibly dangerous to me. If we live in a house with hardwood, I am required to wear those socks that have the tread material on the bottom at all times.
5) Under no condition can cleaning supplies be kept anywhere near hair products. The bottles feel and often look way too similar. I can assure you, my hair does not have any soap scum build-up.
6) Stairs are completely out of the question. I’m sure my parents can provide numerous x-rays from my childhood to show exactly why.
7) If there is something really gross in the fridge, I will take it out, let everyone around know how gross it is, and then proceed to try to get all parties present to smell it. And I’m persistent.
8) I often get stuck when I am trying to change clothes. More than once, someone has had to cut me out of a shirt.
Spread the word. In a few months I will be trying to find somewhere to live and someone to live with me.
I assure you, my indescribable level of awesome totally negates the fact that I’m not all that great at the basic ins-and-outs of everyday life.
I now have the “Three’s Company” theme song stuck in my head.
Cool.
Peace, my homies.