I never thought
the first time we met
would define the next four years

With Jell-o nights
no useless fights
and crying each other's tears

You were here for me
during love, lust, and loss
and when I felt down
you reminded me that I'm the boss

We shared countless stories
Many many bottles of wine
who could forget the pudding
oh! and our dance moves are FINE!

But now our time as roommies
has to come to an end
I'm so glad we met that very first weekend
I couldn't have asked for a better best friend.

We'll both be on our journeys
with plenty to do
but remember all the times we've had these past four years
Because my time here would be wasted if it weren't for you!

i lived with laurie anderson’s keyboard player
back when you heard of laurie anderson
i think the woman’s name was lucky
just roommates, no romance
we shared a loft in times square
that year in new york we were all musicians
but lucky was a star in her own right
"at my level, you don’t have to audition," she said
"oh yeah?" i said
"at my level i don’t give a ****"
we weren’t the hanging-out kind of roommies