Roommate

Here's my obvious "blog confession": I am going to miss you more then anything. I would not trade these last 8 months for the world. And the fact that I will NOT be with you next year makes me so unbelievably sad. (No joke, crying while writing this right now at 3:28 am). All of the memories we created together in this 880sq ft condo. Our "one person at a time please!" kitchen. The stoner moments, the drunken moments, slumber parties in the living room, breaking the chair, thats so raven, netflix, puking on the couch, midnight mcNasty runs, drunken wednesdays, thursdays, fridays and saturdays, all nighters, kernels, the heartaches and heartbreaks, the sing alongs and making new songs (haha!), studio, dairy queen, smurf, our feeble attempt at streaking, "hot mamma", LCB, your tasty food creations on and off the pot, the strippers, boys, bitch slaps, the 1920s party *cringe, you and your obsession with wraps, harry potter marathons, watching all 7 seasons of one tree hill in 2 weeks, pasty language, road trips back to calgary blasting Much '98, Rihanna and Eminem, and moving in. It feels like we moved in just yesterday.. and now we're packing up these last 8 months. I'll never forget this. And i will never forget how much you were there for me. I seriously cannot tell you enough how much I love you. You were my rock in lethbridge. You'll continue to be my rock the rest of my life. Thank-you for being you. 

End note: "You know, I honestly thought i would get sick of you by now."

"I feel the same way. That didn't happen."