Teri Madsen's Journal

So Christian's here. I don't know if that's completely horrible or completely awesome beyond belief. I'm going to go more towards the second, at least personally speaking. I'm rather fond of the bastard. Most of the time, at least. He's also the most interesting thing going on at the moment... unless someone else has shown up. In which case, everybody will forget in about five minutes. We're a remarkably ADD bunch when it comes to arrivals.

Speaking of people, I need to spend more time with my roommate. I'm pretty sure she's starting to forget what I look like. Hell, I'm practically starting to forget what she looks like. Pretty sure that's a bad thing, as she seemed like a sweet enough girl. Bit on the innocent side for me, but hey. At least she's not annoying. I'll take it.

I'm a shit roommate, man. Then again, that's nothing new. Just ask anybody I've ever lived with. Shut up, Len, no telling my dirty secrets.

... well, not ALL of them. Girl's gotta keep some mystery, after all. (Or at least be really, really drunk before she spills.)