Alex's diary

The day I met my roommate.

Dear diary,
I just moved into this tiny apt. next to the art gallery. It's smaller than my house in Texas, but it's less dusty. It's got a closet, a bookshelf (yay!), a bathroom...with a huge bathtub (double yay!!) & a bunk-bed. The top bunk's mine & the bottom bunk belongs to my roomie, a young, Russian girl named Natalia Alexis Chekhov (aka Nat) She's an artist too, though she's a lot more fun & more 'nocturnal' than me! She's always attending these late night parties & is always home by 6 a.m. She's always asking me to tag along, maybe drink some vodka with her, but I tell her that I don't drink or party...not since my dad ended up in rehab & my mom had to work as a waitress at an unhygienic/filthy diner to pay for me & my bro's education. But I tag along with her sometimes...when she needs a cab ride home! I'm always there to hold back her hair while she pukes or hire a cab for her, 'coz she's the only friend/family I have in this crowded city. Just got a text from a very drunk Nat. Gotta go, she needs my help!
Toodles 4 now!