Giddy up.
I live in a townhome that has a lasso on the wall, cowboy boots atop the 1980s big screen TV, and airplane blankets used as accent pieces. I also have a roommate, Shirley, that slams doors (complete with cowbells), does laundry at 4am and talks in a ridiculously loud voice. Her boyfriend also once left a box of donuts in my bathroom ‘cause he drank himself sick. At least it made for a nice snack when I got home. She also rents out her room with her friend, Doris.
This is my adventure until I make enough money to live on my own. Or win the lottery.
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