Introducing ... TRIXIE
The New and Improved Steamroller - thanks to Golden Boy's inability to remember her name, she will forever be known on this blog from now on as Trixie.
Let's talk about her for a moment, shall we? She is the best roommate I've ever had, even surpassing LeeMarie, my old roommate in Florida. LeeMarie was just as neat and quiet as she promised me she'd be, and the only reason Trixie is a better roommate is because we're not just roommates, we're friends. We'll pause now while everyone dabs at the tears in their eyes.
Trixie is an attorney. Trixie is divorced - she was married for four years, and her husband cheated on her for three, so when she found out she dumped his sorry ass. Her ex-husband has not told his family (in India, have I mentioned Trixie is Indian?) that he is divorced. Trixie is an extrovert, but sensitive to my introvert-ness and has told me to let her know when she's being over-bearing (I never have the heart to though). Trixie has a car. Trixie is Indian, and has lots of Indian friends, who have names I have a hard time remembering. She does not mind when I get their names wrong at all. Trixie took me to Ikea for the very first time in my entire life (I didn't buy anything). Trixie and I go to brunch on the weekends and sit around talking on weeknights. It is lovely to have such a wonderful roommate and friend. We pause now for you to roll your eyes while you puke.
Trixie has told me I should start a blog (heh). She thinks I'm funny, and should write a book or have a tv show. When people come over, we try to get them to sit in my papasan chair to see if they'll fall over. We want to take a picture of each person who falls and put it up on the wall behind the chair. You can see why I like Trixie. She's cool like the other side of the pillow.
Every Saturday night one of her best friends comes over and the three of us spend hours talking about nothing. Tonight I wandered over to Trixie's bedroom while cooking dinner. "Do you smell ... cigarette smoke when you stand outside the kitchen (near our front door)?" She does. It's disgusting. We all have balconies - why aren't people smoking there, instead of in the hallways? I told Trixie, "If I could keep you as a roommate, I'd move when this lease is up without another thought." Her head jerked up. "Where do you want to go?" I shrugged. "Anywhere that's less than a half hour from work and allows dogs," I said. Trixie nodded. She's not entirely happy here either. So it's agreed - we're going to start looking for a new place around Thanksgiving. A new place that allows dogs, with more closets, and a parking spot. Good luck to us. I didn't really want to move again just a year after moving here, but this place simply sucks. The size is great, the location is good, but nothing is taken care of the way we want.
Tonight, with So You Think You Can Dance in the background, Trixie and I played volleyball in the living room while we watched tv and talked. Our next place will be a loft, and we will get a basketball net, and have a total bachelor pad. With flowers. And dainty decorative bowls filled with jelly beans, like we have now.
Let's talk about her for a moment, shall we? She is the best roommate I've ever had, even surpassing LeeMarie, my old roommate in Florida. LeeMarie was just as neat and quiet as she promised me she'd be, and the only reason Trixie is a better roommate is because we're not just roommates, we're friends. We'll pause now while everyone dabs at the tears in their eyes.
Trixie is an attorney. Trixie is divorced - she was married for four years, and her husband cheated on her for three, so when she found out she dumped his sorry ass. Her ex-husband has not told his family (in India, have I mentioned Trixie is Indian?) that he is divorced. Trixie is an extrovert, but sensitive to my introvert-ness and has told me to let her know when she's being over-bearing (I never have the heart to though). Trixie has a car. Trixie is Indian, and has lots of Indian friends, who have names I have a hard time remembering. She does not mind when I get their names wrong at all. Trixie took me to Ikea for the very first time in my entire life (I didn't buy anything). Trixie and I go to brunch on the weekends and sit around talking on weeknights. It is lovely to have such a wonderful roommate and friend. We pause now for you to roll your eyes while you puke.
Trixie has told me I should start a blog (heh). She thinks I'm funny, and should write a book or have a tv show. When people come over, we try to get them to sit in my papasan chair to see if they'll fall over. We want to take a picture of each person who falls and put it up on the wall behind the chair. You can see why I like Trixie. She's cool like the other side of the pillow.
Every Saturday night one of her best friends comes over and the three of us spend hours talking about nothing. Tonight I wandered over to Trixie's bedroom while cooking dinner. "Do you smell ... cigarette smoke when you stand outside the kitchen (near our front door)?" She does. It's disgusting. We all have balconies - why aren't people smoking there, instead of in the hallways? I told Trixie, "If I could keep you as a roommate, I'd move when this lease is up without another thought." Her head jerked up. "Where do you want to go?" I shrugged. "Anywhere that's less than a half hour from work and allows dogs," I said. Trixie nodded. She's not entirely happy here either. So it's agreed - we're going to start looking for a new place around Thanksgiving. A new place that allows dogs, with more closets, and a parking spot. Good luck to us. I didn't really want to move again just a year after moving here, but this place simply sucks. The size is great, the location is good, but nothing is taken care of the way we want.
Tonight, with So You Think You Can Dance in the background, Trixie and I played volleyball in the living room while we watched tv and talked. Our next place will be a loft, and we will get a basketball net, and have a total bachelor pad. With flowers. And dainty decorative bowls filled with jelly beans, like we have now.
Labels: Steamroller, Trixie
posted by Green at 5/30/2007 10:48:00 PM
5 Comments:
OMG, Green! I'm so happy for you! Trixie sounds really great. Good luck to both of you in finding a better place to live.
I think you'd make a great writer for a tv show. They make more money than legal secretaries, don't they?
That's awesome. I remember a while ago you mentioned staying up talking with your new roommate, and I was like - "They're friends! That's so cool!"
Thanks, I needed some good news. What's happening on the job front?
The book I finished Sunday featured a main character named Trixie. Today, A, told me she doesn't want her unread Trixie Belden boxed set culled from her bookshelf anymore. And now I read your blog about Trixie.
I like your Trixie link the best, because she's for real and she sounds like a kick ass roommate and friend.
there is nothing better than a good roommate. i had the best one all four years of college and surprisingly we are still the closest of friends. i have not lived with anyone since...i know no one will compare. congrats on finding such a great one and good luck searching for a place!!!
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