Ode to roommates

Speaking of community....I'm on the search for a new roommate. Here we go again! I just tried to count...and let's see...I can count 17 different roommates I've had in the last 9-10 years. That's not counting families or random places I've lived for just a couple weeks/months at a time. Some were okay...some were disturbing...some were amazing! I've had great roommates my last 2 rounds...Stacie, Ashley...I love you both. Am I really fortunate enough to find someone else as great? even half-as would do!

So, here's an ode to my roommates good and bad:

Thanks for the fun, memories, and love

Living with some of you, fit like a glove.

I can't count the late-night talks at our pad

You're the sisters I never had

Dinners, dance parties, and chick-flicks -

Locking me in the bathroom to make me crawl out of the window in my towel was not that funny of a trick

You cheer me up when I'm down

Usually, by getting us to act like clowns

When it came to rent

you always paid your half

You never fell short on making me laugh

Sixteen candles, turbo jam, and falling star

Treasured most, you know who you are

But to all those in between

those who never met a mop,

A broom or mr. clean

Not flushing the brownies is just plain mean.

Wipe your hairs out of the sink

off the mirror and shower walls

I always wondered, how are you not bald?

60 in the summer, and 85 in the winter? Something is wrong

I can already tell, we won't last for long

Words that come to mind - lazy, slob, loud, and bipolar

Some of you have problems, you see

there is no shame in therapy!