My roommate is missing. I know, I know… she’ll be back soon or something, but seriously I have no idea where she is. She’s been gloomy and stressed lately and she and I haven’t been talking much, so I expect the worst.
Yesterday when we were in the kitchen I, being ever so charismatic, started talking.
-”Joixa, Oz asked me how you were doing.”
-”He did? What’d you say?”
-”That you were fine, that we haven’t talked much and that you’ve been in a bad mood lately.”
-”I’m not in a bad mood, I’ve just been depressed.”
-DIES- Well helloooo, why didn’t I know about this?!
-”What are you depressed about?!”
-”I just need a vacation!”
I guess Joixa has taken UP that vacation, that little princess, because I don’t know where she could be. See, tonight I went to my friend Maria’s apartment to go watch America’s Next Top Model, because LORD knows that show rocks in so many levels. Seriously, it’s candy to me. My sisters and I are in love with it, we are. I love it more though :)
The marathons?! OH GOD! I could sit there all day couch potatoeing, drinking lukewarm water, mouth wide open staring at the tv. I do not grow weary, I just don’t. There’s something about that show that just elates my soul you know? The pictures they take there are unbelievable. And Tyra Banks?? Tyra Banks. How can we BEGIN to comprehend the wonder that IS Tyra Banks? If I had one wish in this life, it would be to dine with the beautiful Tyra Banks.
AND also.. to find my roommate. Ok maybe not to find my roommate, I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually. Hell, I’m not throwing away the opportunity to date Tyra Banks fo’ NOBODY. Especially if they’re gonna turn up ANYWAY. Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried, but I’m sure she’s fine. I’m sure she’s alive. I hope so. Cuz yeah… when I got back from watching America’s Next Top Model, I noticed that her purse, bag, and cel phone were in her room. But her body wasn’t.
Soooo…. I started thinking and at that moment I understood. “Oh my God, she killed herself.” That’s when I started checking the apartment. I went to the bathroom and prepared for the worst, I am not even kidding. I creeped up to the shower and grabbed the curtain and went all dramatic opening it up, nervously expecting to see her BODY thrown in the tub, blood and all.
Thankfully her body isn’t there. I haven’t checked the closets, but hell, who would kill themselves in a closet, seriously. Moving ON.
I DO hope Joixa is enjoying Aruba or Barbados or wherever she’s flown of to on her broom, that witch. Where she’s at right now, butterflies are braiding her curly hair. The moon shines oh so brightly upon her beautiful radiant eyes… and men in loinclothes fulfill her every whim and desire. This probably means they’re giving her food… that girl loves to eat. That’s the life, my friends. That is the life. Anywho, I hope she comes back really soon because the Holidays are coming up and we have to buy a Christmas tree and have our Christmas dinner together and she cannot bail on me for some stupid vacation that she “needs”. Please remind her of this if you see her. I don’t know where she is.
xReggles
