Change is gonna come...

France is gone.

You see I had a french roommate. His name was Philipe, and he was kinda a deuche. However, he was three weeks into living in our apartment and, evidentally, Mayor McStank (my other roommate) was so unbareable to live with that he was driven from Versaille. It's okay. He ate my food and said nothing about it. I secretly hope France burns.

Anyway, the new guys is moved in. French had been gone for twenty mins and Britain moved in. Dan seems nice enough. I just feel sorry he is in the same room with the Mayor of Stankville.

London is better than Paris.

Time Warp...

Something just happened I cannot explain. My apartment teleported to a French brothel. For reals. One moment I was watching accepted, and three seconds later, four men were shouting in French with French gangsta rap blasting the airwaves. I literally had no words. That doensn't happen that often. I was speachless. I was really trying to give Jon Luc (my new French roommate) a chance but I don't like the time-warp-to-his-country that went down tonight. Not a fan at all.