I get the notion that my time is seriously running out and the freedom I'm enjoying right now is running short. Yes, I'm talking about freedom. Oh Freedom, how I always enjoy being with you....
DUH!! GOSH!
I really can't put myself in a position like them to imagine MEE of having a roomie. Like, you can't talk loud, you can't sing loud, you can't turn the music loud, you can't leave the light on, you can't make noise, you can't even FART!! I don't sweep and I like to collect dust!
Being on my own is having me-time. And me-time is important to me, that's what I'd call it Freedom. I have an invisible friend and whoever he or she is called Freedom. I'd name it Freedom. I talk to Freedom everyday and Freedom agrees with whatever I say. We're BFF.
We share the same pet peeves and we're really sensitive and critical about lots of stuff. If you're going to be my roomie, you better come across this and think twice before you come through that door.
Yes, I'm a schizo.
Gosh, I should consider name my future baby Freedom. Freedom Gray. Sounds cool.