Ok. Let me tell you about my roommate.
Dazed in LA was my roommate/classmate back in our college days in Malibu. We would have the same classes, and I kinda thought she was cool because we had the same vibe. Studious (really), same build/dress choices, well-traveled and exposed, a tad snooty, and knows how to gulp down real and good food. She reminded me of myself, but I was always wary of people who are too similar, because then the clash would be catastrophic.
How we became roommates for our senior year was a complete oddity. She was living with some weirdo girl who cooked stinky food out of an electric mini-stove, and I was way too excited to move out of campus after having a taste of living in Santa Monica with my brother before he was exiled back to Manila. We exchanged some SMS messages, emails, phone calls, and kind of confirmed the whole roommate agreement without actually meeting up in person to discuss. Yeah, we're weird like that.
Wet Carne Asada Burrito = MEXICALI!
