I have a roommate. I may have mentioned her.

Before we lived together, me and this person were friends. We weren't close or anything. Didn't share a toothbrush. She seemed normal, but I liked her, she bought me a plastic ninja sword for my 21st birthday. A plastic ninja sword says a lot about a person.

Then we moved in together. It's possible she is the wierdest person I have ever met. She likes "booty shaking" music and Dance Dance Revolution. But I think the most endearing thing about her is THE laugh. It's not her regular laugh. It is a loud ceaseless cackle that not only sounds ominus and insane, but it takes you with it. When she laughs this way, I laugh too. I can't stop. I literally roll on the floor.

It's dangerous. I'm sure she could kill me with that laugh. I am helpless to it.


The moral of the story: you never know someone until you live with them... and they start plotting to kill you.

(As a side note, I absolutely love my roommate. Wouldn't trade her for the world)