Happy Birthday to my wonderful roommate, Annie Bananaphone Hinton Esquire. After spending seven years with someone, you learn all sorts of things about them. And I can tell you one thing - this girl doesn’t poop. She has never pooped a day in her life.
Also, she makes the best onion dip and doesn’t melt the arms of your sofa with hot bowls and she’ll give you her leftover candy free of charge and won’t question it if half her Nutella is missing and she’ll invite you to order pizza with her and she’ll move to one side of the couch so you can both sit on it and watch Comcast On Demand for five hours on a Saturday.
She is my best friend of all time and I fear the day when we no longer live together because it’s gonna be a bitch to walk across the hall because we’ll always live within a biscuit’s throw of one another.
Who got teary-eyed reading this (after the poop part)? Because I did.
