my very popular and famous roommate has amazing luck with all of the ladies. or, it seems he recently has. i don't know how to feel about all of this because i'm trying so very hard to be apathetic. apathy is not accustomed to effort. i also hate saying "amazing luck with all the ladies."

i am also the anti-luck. except when i'm not. but with girls, yes. almost consistent.

i would care about all of this, except that i don't. except that i do. but not so much. only so much as to think it's funny. i've recently been put in the somewhat fortunate position that allows me to think all of my misfortune is funny. perhaps this is a bit of dissociation. that is funny. i think i would be mostly happy if getting lucky consisted of an extra body falling asleep in my lap while i played the legend of zelda. on a somewhat regular basis. and maybe baking cakes. and, oh, sleeping. sleeping is so great. word games. walking all the way down to the dock, coming back with a count of every step and throwing pillows, towels, soap and cardboard boxes at me. basically i want someone to be really boring with me. i've got the romance all worked out. apply in person. pick up your script. it will be great.