Mateo and I are doing so well now. It almost seems like we needed that breakup to realize what we were giving up. Everything has been so amazing--honeymoon stage all over again. It's fuckin' awesome.
I love that bastard.... 
He's even planning on moving out to Cali with me in a few months. (Providing he can find a job and an apartment and all of that, of course.)
His birthday is coming up in May, and we're planning on taking a little trip to Ohio to see Apocalypse Meow at Diamonds--my man has never been to a strip joint! Can you believe that?? It'll be awesome. Maybe I'll try to convince a few of our other friends to come along as well...It'll be great, I love hotels. You can get all rowdy and then just leave. No fuss, no muss.
So, I hate my roommates. I really didn't want to be the stereotypical "move in with your friends and grow to hate them" kind of person, but sometimes that shit just can't be helped! They're fuckin' bastards...The dude I live with is the whitest rastafari guy ever, and the chick, well, let's just say her nickname is "Ogre". She's a pain in my big fat ass. Plays those childish passive agressive games. Hate it with a fuckin' passion.
But, what can you do, only 3 more months of putting up with their bullshit. I can do it, yoga will help! 
Well, that's all my news for the time being, I'll keep you all posted on the b-day shit, the stupid-head roomies and everything else.
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Sometimes I miss having roommates. Then I read something like what you wrote above and I remember why I stopped. Hope it gets better for you.
so finals are over friday and i want to hang out with everyone soon dammit! when it warms up we need to get out to (the real) arlo's place to party!
hope you and mateo are still doing great
xox.