Before I kick off my story, this is not my usual format for my columns. The reality is this one is gonna bite big time. Please give me a break, its my first attempt at writing a column. The normal format is gonna be a Q&A time. You know the drill. So email me at sixthyearsenior@joshuastarling.com . Now on to my Ramblings.

As I pointed out I live with my lovely sister, who we will call MB. I love her dearly, and she is the best roommate I could ever ask for. It’s incredible. We never fight, argue, hex, or intentionally make each others lives living hells as many roommates often do. However life isn’t all roses on the DBlock. In the past two years of living in Mi Casa I have only had one set of neighbors I liked (Kris and Kim, I love you guys).

My next-door neighbor, I’ll call her by her first name, Dea, is a bane in my existence. Well sure I had a crush on her and sure I did help her get into the fabulous Mi Casa Apartments. But I pray ever day that God will forgive of my mistakes, and hope that one day she will be gone. A few Sundays back a group of us were lunch at Mrs. Rhonda’s house. Mrs. Rhonda needed a little help in the kitchen and politely asked the ladies to help. This was my opportunity, and if you’ve been around me for any length time you know that my “Chop-Chop it’s time for you to get back in the kitchen where you belong” comment was a gesture of love. The very attractive, very sweet Becky flicked me the bird; my sister MB looked at me then also flicked me off; Dea however took it personally. I’ve known Dea for 4 years now, and she can’t take a friggin’ joke. So she decides to have a talk with me at Mrs. Rhonda’s cookout. Needless to say I blew her off and proceeded to forget about the situation.

Around 11 pm that night I get a knock on my apartment door, which is proceeded by Dea just walking into my apartment before my sister or I could get to the door. I live with MB for a reason. We H-A-T-E having people invading our space; we’d both be living alone if we weren’t such good roommates. Want to piss us off enter our apartment unannounced; we’ll have issues. Dea violates our space on a constant basis; I feel like the US and the No Fly Zone. I can’t watch TV in my living room without having to lock my door. Needless to say I was in a swell mood to see her, especially since I had spent the better part of 5 hours moving one of my best friends (the beautiful and talented Ms. Elizabeth) out of her apartment.

Dea proceeds to say “Matt we need to talk”. This is usually followed by some crappy over-dramatized situation in which she asks me why boys don’t like her, and I lie to her and say she’s a lovely girl. Not that is because you are psycho and couldn’t commit to a 20 minute phone call. So I’m getting the new lie prepped in my head when she says, “Matt you really pissed me off today”. Well lodi-freakin-da that was 10 hours ago and I had forgotten about it. So my response was well thought out in which, you need to lighten up and learn to take a joke, played a major role.

Now I get along with almost everyone. I really am an easy going fun loving guy who hates rocking the boat. Sure I have a few rough spots and withholding a few “special” people I don’t really dislike anyone. Dea however holds a warm place in my heart, right up there with crappy drivers that do 45mph in HOV lane on I-75. And all I can say is that it’s all my fault. And in the end I am the reason she lives right next door to me. I’m glad God has a sense of humor because I’m not sure I find this funny. We’ll until next time Keep it Ten and In. Remember marry a girl that likes to fish that way she won’t complain when you buy a boat. And it’s the little things in life that make it fun.

Signing Off,