Hi, I’m Frank. Obligatory first blog post. So here is where I should be putting all the info you need to know about me, but I rather just let my writing speak for itself. So I have this roommate named Bob, and he has trouble connecting with people. He can talk to people just fine, but he has a hard time keeping up with relationships. This story should explain more…So here we go, He immersed the bathroom to make his very own version of ‘Waterworld.’ Let’s just put aside the fact that this insane plan could ever be possible. Okay, do you have that in your mind? Good.
- He could have played ‘Waterworld’ in the pool; But no, Bob wants to play god and create a world of his own, so it has to be done by his hands.
- He could have done this outside. I know he has the ability to break fire hydrants, he has done it before. He could easily make a ‘Waterworld’ outside; But no, He doesn’t want to put on sunscreen to go outside. He rather create one inside(like our downstairs neighbor didn’t hate us enough).
I rather have little street children struggling for dear life in Bob’s version of ‘Waterworld’ in the street than getting my bathroom restructured and retiled. Okay now that I’m writing that, he sounds bad, but he.. Is. Making. Me. CRAZY!
Don’t you see? I’m not crazy. I’m just the guy who sounds crazy because the real crazy guy is making me sound crazy. That is the true sign of a crazy person, making sane people sound insane.
I…I know he cares. I mean he wanted to create ‘Waterworld’ for me because I told him it was my guilty pleasure movie. But…that’s not the way you go about it right? He is a 24-year old man. I should be able to yell at him. Scream at him. Curse his name….but I can’t. Because when I see him I see a toddler who doesn’t know right from wrong.
That’s it for now. Bob is going to introduce me to his girlfriend later, apparently she is a pillow.