enter the new improved W

I got a roommate yesterday.

I was not excited about her impending arrival. I like having my own space. I like being to turn on the NPR as soon as I wake up in the morning.

But so far, she is fabulous. She's good friends with someone who shares my first and last name. She has the same first and last name as F's aunt W. It all feels karmic.

She was excited when I turned on NPR this morning.

I spent last night with her & her good friend abstaining from the nasty beer. She's snobby about beer like me & was excited to see my chocolate stout in the fridge. We sat in the commonroom while everyone played drinking games just outside. We mocked the drunk people as they stumbled in to find a bathroom or more beer. We shared one of those sprawling happy conversations that I love about books-politics-music-boys-movies-funny stories etc. We devised the package that every girl should recieve on her 13th birthday: Our Bodies, Ourselves; condoms; vibrator; and a copy of Ani's 'Untouchable Face.' We shared "worst breakup stories ever." [The winner: text message: I dont want 2 C U NE more.]

She's working in Hillary Clinton's office starting Monday.

I've been feeling lonely recently, even though I'm always surrounded by people. I feel like I have stumbled upon a possible kindred spirit in this town.
Hooray.