Up until Sunday afternoon, Roommate Amy (not to be confused with me) and I lived in the same apartment. Our bedrooms were next to each other and though we were both wicked busy with our schedules and wicked sleep deprived, we saw a lot of each other by virtue of sharing a wall and always made time to gossip, whine, and engage in intellectual discourse. This week, however, we had to move into interim housing for senior week (housing with windows! yay! but also housing with long hallways and shared bathrooms, boo). Keeping in touch has been much more difficult. I don't even know what room she lives in any more and it doesn't help that in our time of need, Alexander Graham Bell has apparently failed us.
Moi: Brunch tomorrow?
Amy: Yeah. Can we just meet there?
Moi: Ok, I'll call you.
Amy: I don't have any minutes left. Can you text me instead?
Moi: My plan doesn't cover texting. It's really expensive.
Amy: Calling is really expensive for me.
Perhaps I'll just find a new friend tomorrow morning. Anyone need a brunch date?
1 comment:
whoa whoa whoa. aren't we eating together! and meeting now!!
geeeeeez!!!!
hahahaha.
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