have you ever had a roommate? or have a roommate? do you remember, or are realizing, after six months, knowing your roommate’s sleeping pattern, favorite p.j.s, bed-head hair, annoying tendency to leave things scattered around (oh, not that i’m blaming anyone in particular… * cough * besidescolorfulheadscarves * cough *), and toothbrush color. you know… things you never really wanted to know.
we-e-ell, i’ve been living with colorfulheadscarves for some time. 10 years, give or take a few months (private joke. it’s funny, isn’t it colorfulheadscarves?) and it never ceases to amaze me how kind she can be.
pour exemple: while i was tirelessly grinding out a new plot outline (shut up yes i was), colorfulheadscarves comes into the room and decides to play with our pet. “you’re supposed to be working,” i tell her (not grumpily at all, oh, no-o-o). “but i haven’t played with her for four days,” she tells me. and i realize she’s right. and i didn’t even notice.
so if she hadn’t been there, it probably would have been several more days before i even glanced at the lonely cutie, so rapped up am i in very important writing stuff (cuz that’s my job, and i am very good at my job. colorfulheadscarves, stop snorting!). well anyway, thanks colorfulheadscarves (wow, maybe your name is too long), and, yes, i am oblivious.
perhaps if you stopped complaining about your blog name i might be tempted to write another long and heartfelt post about you, colorfulheadscarves.
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