the ruskie is gone for another couple days. it's weird without her here. the light in the dining room never came on once all day. the jew sat in the ruskie's chair for a little bit, but it wasn't the same.
the ruskie never talks much. i like to to describe her as kinda like a dad. doesn't say much. goes to work. comes home. gets food. gets on the computer. you only actually hear her speak when she's really pissed off. she's also good for a few dry quips here and there. she threatens you with things she'll never follow through on. and just pretty much keeps to herself. she's kinda exactly like my father, actually.
but now she's not here. and it's not the same. she can't move to houston. she's already grown on me. jerk.
one thing does remain the same though and that is that the jew and i remain boring.
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