Roomates

I love my roomates right now. We have lived together for a while and it has become very comfortable to live where I do. Both of my roomates are gay, and I love them. I don't have anyone in my bedroom...just me. Every day my roomate, who works with me, and I wonder aloud whether or not we will get some jackass put in our room or not. So far its been about 2 weeks without the tradgic event happening. I'm hoping I'll never get a roomate, but I gave up my pipe dreams a while ago, so I know it's only a matter of time.

Yesterday was my roomate's birthday, 22nd birthday to be precise. Tonight we are all going to a greek restaurant to celebrate. I have yet to go there, but from what I hear it is a great place to have fun. There is dancing on the tables and crap...good ole' sober fun! So when I get off work tonight at 10pm, I'll roll straight to the place.

Why is it that whenever I get a new roomate it is usually someone who is ridiculous or an ass? God really gets enjoyment from making me get crazy roomates. I can't wait to see what God comes up with next!