thank you, lisa jarnot, pt I & 2
2004 was a tough time because I lived with two heinously terrible "mean girl" roommates. We lived in a very reasonably priced three-bedroom apartment on Crystal Street. The rooms were large and the heat was free and would have been a rather pleasant living experience had it not been for my terrible choice in roommates. I had gone to college with both of them and they had not met each other prior to our living together. They were both Leos and I a Taurus. My shy and somewhat reclusive nature at the time did not mesh well with their massive Leo egos.
So what's a girl to do when she lives with bullly bitches who make her feel unwelcome in her own home? Hole up in her room and write Lisa Jarnot-inspired poems about how much they suck, of course. By the way, this poem has two parts. Oh, also by the way, I should mention that the roommates were totally reading my blog (I never thought they would! They rarely spoke to me at all) and screamed at me about it later. But that's a story for another time.
they loved the living room and they loved to sit in it. they loved scary movies. japanese ones with subtitles. they loved to be entagled on the couch. they loved pico de gallo and tequlia shots. they loved that burning feeling in their stomachs. they loved to hush the cat and they loved the way he growled. they loved their music and their musical tastes. they loved the way they looked like siblings but weren't. they loved their jeans and their belts. the loved the way they looked in jeans and the fact that they wore the same size. they loved beer, booze, shows and stir fry.
they loved to sing together and they loved to sing in tune. they loved christmas and the christmas tree. they loved books. they loved their glasses. they loved doing laundry and they loved to do it together. they loved her schwinn and they loved to hate the 80s. they loved the other lovers. they loved their cell phone conversations and their weekends together. they loved his art and his high school track portrait. they loved to shake it. they loved cider beer. they loved the humidifier and the noise it made while they slept in her twin bed.
