Once upon a time, there was a little girl. (In case you didn’t get it, me. Also, not so little, but whatevers, that’s just semantics.)
This girl was immensely frustrated at life and the world around her.
[Not pictured: Girl]
Fortunately, this girl has a loyal and fantastic person for a roommate, who despite a somewhat obvious height deficiency, is all around an incredible person. (Pictured here on the right.) Seemingly oblivious to the fact that her friend (pictured on the left) is such a raging, selfish, virago (hell cat/termagant/ogress) that she deserves to be shoved off of Mordor and into the fires along with the ring (wait, what?), roommate for some reason doesn’t push her off the cliff.
Instead, roommate drives her to her ‘Friendly Neighborhood Wal*Mart at 10:45 pm.
Roommate purchases said friend (who I must remind you, looks like this:)
…ice cream. But not just any ice cream, this ice cream:
The fantastic ice cream of your childhood, from birthday parties long since gone. From a simpler time, where college was something that wasn’t even close enough to be a concern, group projects were still fun, and my biggest problem was which slumber party to go to. I remember it coming with fantastic wooden tabby spoons, but we were robbed of those. Anyway, all in all, this made the Gollum roommate feel like this:
ALL AT ONE TIME.
So: Moral of the story is: even when you’re feeling like crap, some people are just too fucking awesome for words. Like my roommate.
Who I LOVE.
Thanks, roomie. You saved my evening and made it a whole lot better. <3 Always!