Meet Sydney: (aka: Gimpy/roomate/ditzy)
Roommate numero three. Well, sort of. She's not really on the lease, just sort of on the floor. Not that I mind really, she can be a lot of fun when her head isn't up some guys ass. Other than the dependency issue she has, she isn't so bad. She takes a joke well and that's important. Although to be fair she might take it to well...
She has earned the nickname Gimpy. She had the unfortunate experience of being run over by a van. Screwed her leg up, and had to go through surgery, and now has the gimp leg. It's HILARIOUS. Well...to us anyway. We never said we were nice people.
I don't have much on her, she crashes on the floor and occassionally does the dishes, but mostly spends time with the boyfriend (no comment). She's an undeniable fact in my life, joining our litte "Shit-Happens" party. Though, it happens fairly often to her, just not often enough to get her own official spot.
Tomorrow is the Fayetteville trip, looking at townhouses and apartments and otherwise not being in Conway for a bit. We're pretty excited. Out of the kindness of my heart I invited the EX. You know, the one who trashed my heart, but I'm too proud to admit it. Yeah, I get to spend 2 hours in a car with him and every sarcastic comment he can possibly fit in. Oh, fucking joy. But it's his birthday so I'll have to lady ball up and handle it. And not miss him. And definitely not smile. No happiness... Well, maybe a little.
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