Bwahahaha!

Heard today that some people assumed that Michele (my late roomate) and I were lovers. My reaction is with Michele!!! Eeeeeewwwww!

I guess some people are so twisted that they can't imagine sharing a house with people without sharing bodily fluids, too. Nevermind that there were Four of us. Maybe some people have very interesting fantasy lives.. ;-)

Of the three of my roomies, the late Michele is the last I'd even conceive of sleeping with! Not only would her BF P have been jealous, but Michele was unable to ... due to her medical problems. (Poor thing, getting hot and bothered gave her migraines. More was just straght out. Made her BF unhappy...)

I guess the saddest things are 1) that these jerks have no respect for the dead, and 2) that they can't conceive of grieving over people other than lovers and maybe blood kin. Makes me wonder about their home life, ya know?

The nice thing about having a fairly anonymous journal is that I can be honest about relationships, as long as I file the serial numbers name off.

Needless, the whole thing is a sad laugh for me.