My roommates and I have gotten really crazy since the first, I don't really know how it happened. But our apartment is a wreck and every single night is a crazy party. Last night we had cookies, Reeses and Superman ice cream, and pizza for dinner at our kitchen table which is in our living room.
We all slept in our lair, or our kitchen, which somehow got named the "Sex Chamber"...which is puzzling to me seeing as we don't have sex and it is a kitchen, not a chamber. I must not have been there when the name came about...We watched She's the Man and Step Up then all fell asleep with sweet sweet dreams of Channing Tatum.