I tell people it is like I live with a guy. That she is a guy, inside and out. She doesn't care about anything and I love it. It is so much easier not living with a girly girl. People look in your room and believe everything I say.
Quoted from my roommate, about me. Since when did flexibility and bare walls indicate manliness? The next morning she walked by my room as I was folding laundry and was shocked.
"You fold laundry?!" followed by some unbelieving laughter.
I wonder if I should have taken offense to the overly accented you, as if us boyish girls have no sense of hygiene. And then I wondered, do boys not fold laundry? It probably did not help that I happened to find a pair of tighty whities in my pile of clothes. I swore to my roommate that they were not mine. More than once.
I swear they were not mine.
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