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My Neuroses For Your Entertainment
When I first moved in with my former Sparkle of a Roommate, we were sophomores in college. We had a total of four girls living in a three bedroom apartment. She and I were the two who shared a room. And the summer Olympics were on.
In the first week or two we were living together, I sang the Olympics theme song in my sleep.
Not that there are lyrics to sing, but you know, “da, da, da da da da dum, dum duh-duh-duh-dum,” etc.
I also threw a kleenex box at her in the middle of the night once.
I’m amazed she stuck around for as long as she did.
