First person: ROAD TRIP! Thanksgiving weekend, you, me, munchies, and a trip to New Orleans. Common Ground Relief is hosting an event inviting people from all over the country to come and help that week. Carrying garbage, cleaning things, and serving food: sounds like Warren Wilson. We may need to bring a tent and sleep in the parking lots like the Mexicans, so you should probably speak Spanish. I'll bring the car, the gas, and the Indigo Girls Greatest Hits. You bring the tent, munchies and afore mentioned language skills.
[update: My dad got a new job working for the state. Its kind of the job he went to grad school to get, so it's a big deal. And he's moving to Raleigh that weekend. No road trip. But I sat at work and thought about this all day, so I had to write about it.]
Second Person: Roommate wanted. I am reclusive, clean, and intelligent, except when I'm not. You should have a bed, but no other furniture, because my apartment will esplode. You get: your own room, with a desk and a closet, wireless high speed internet, cable, and forced air heating at a balmy 68 degrees. I get: $288 for rent, and half of all the utilities you use. Since I will never cook again because I can get 4 meals for $12 at Dragon China, you get the kitchen all to yourself.
Third Person: Movie cuddler wanted. I am reclusive, clean, and intelligent, except when I'm not. You should be similar, if possible, less reclusive, more clean. Capable of holding conversation on wide variety of topics, including "why that hat looks like ass in this scene," and "whether or not Christina Ricci had a boob job." You should be an accomplished cuddler, average hot to smokin' hot considered. References required.
