I don't have your answers

You don't really know what you want
if you did, you'd probably have it
there's heaven climbing down the stairs
you're looking through the window pane

If I beg for you to find what you're looking for
will you find it?
I can make it easy and just walk away

If you're looking for the stars to explain
what's on your mind
I'll leave your love to go find its own way

Roommates

So after a whole school year without a roommate, I am now living with two roommates. Two male roommates. Yeah, that's right.

I thought, "What the heck. It's a cheap place to live, I have my own room. This won't be bad."

I was right. It's fucking awesome.

Roommate number one: Owns the house. He's a carpenter, works all day. Funny as hell. He's a neat freak, but I can handle that.

Roommate number two: Drinks all day. And by all day, I mean after lunch time (when he wakes up) until about now, 1am.

Both of my roommates own guns. Shotguns, assault rifles, handguns--you name it, they have it. After being friends with a bunch of cops, this is not troublesome.

Endless entertainment.