Roommate livin'

Hello again. How about that election? I can't promise more frequent posting. It's a busy time in the life of Mazerino, but today I'd like to talk about having a roommate for the first time in 5 years.

I moved into a new apartment with my roommate, Dr. BJ, in September. It's the first time I've had a roommate since college, but so far, its been great. The best part about moving in with someone else who lived alone is combining the abundance of stuff each of you has collected. I have a big TV, BJ has good speakers, and, voila, now we have an entertainment system. We have video game systems out the ass, plenty of controllers and more glassware than Martha Stewart. The fridge, at a minimum, is stocked with beer and there are always cereal and chips in the pantry. We also have enough hot dogs and chicken sausages to last us through the recession. And, a roommate is around to encourage you past your doubtful moments when considering an impulse buy. 5-9 business days later with Free Super Saver Shipping, we have a dartboard and "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel on vinyl.

There are, however, some drawbacks. "Gossip Girl" no longer makes the DVR cut in the hyper competitive Monday 8EST/7CST, yielding to the more post-pubescent "How I Met Your Mother" and "Chuck." Saturdays and Sundays are unbearable for Dr. "What else is on tv besides football" BJ. The hair everywhere is no longer just mine. In my particular situation, we're rarely at home at the same time lately, thanks to BJ's weird call schedule at med school. So, I've been reduced to playing darts by and against myself. When you play darts with yourself, you always win, but you're also a loser. I guess what I'm trying to say is, does anyone want to come over and play darts? We've got tons of other cool shit too.