The Roommate (But Not Creepy Like Leighton Meester)

So, I have a roommate. Her name is Bre.

She is, easily, one of the most entertaining people in my life.

We met a few years ago, when she asked if she could come to Kenya with me.

We stayed there for 7 weeks...shared a bed, even...about 3 days in, she put the mosquito net down around our bed and said, "Oh, how romantic!" Yep, she's a creep...a big, hilarious creep.

Clearly, we were going to be friends.

{me, Bre and Cleophas: the Kitale compound guard}

{at Boys House 2. She said,

"If I ever have a Facebook,

this will be my profile picture"}

{Bre went back to Kitale last Summer,

and stayed for two months.

This is on the way to a mobile medical clinic

with Jennifer and Baby Chris.}

In September, we figured that if we could share a room (and bed) in Kitale and still want to be friends, we could certainly share a two-bedroom apartment in Irvine.

I knew that she'd be fun to live with, I just didn't know how funny she'd be to live with.

So funny, in fact, that I began a twitter account just to keep record of the ridiculous things she says.

Here are a few examples:

"You know what I love about The King's Speech? That it's a movie with a bunch of nobodies! Oh, they're famous? Not in my world they're not."

"I want to make one thing really clear: I'm no longer in to The Black-Eyed Peas. Only Fergie."

"Today is One Day Without Shoes? Pssshh, I never wear shoes on Tuesdays."

I know. So good.

She allowed me to create the account with three conditions:

1. I never tell her when or what I've tweeted
2. I never tell who is following the account
3. The stream is never, ever linked to Facebook

So, if you are willing to abide by these rules, you are welcome to Follow bredoordee on Twitter. If you'd rather not, that's fine, but please, don't mention it to her and ruin it for everyone.

She really is the best...wouldn't you say?

{last Sunday at my Grandpa's 70th birthday party}