Dearest Roomie,

I wanted to thank you for being so passionate, for being so brave, for ripping out page 176 of Harry Potter, for letting me analyze you, for tweeting with beer in hand while watching the world cup and getting hit on by... Ron...? Dave...? for coming into my bed to snuggle, for being afraid of the demon that 'surely' lived in our moldy incontinent pumpkin, for paying me $10 to remove said pumpkin, for fro yo runs, and downward dogs, to Shredding to cooking, vegging out on nachos to our very own Club Veg, from our shared secret addiction to Dr. Pepper or Cherry Coke, for our shared not-so-secret addiction to Giraffes (I recognize that they are not usually proper nouns, but I feel as they are of paramont importance here so yes, now in the NSBD, they will forever be proper nouns... unless of course your dad is here in witch case the G would be a K and the 'iraffes' would be 'oala') and thank you for loving me despite my pretty bag of throw up... 


This is only the beginning, right?