My name is Victoria Foxx. I am a Drag Queen. Duh. Tiffany Simone Alexander is my new roommate and has been my best friend for ages. Now, we were supposed to move in with Simone's ballerina friend Elliot, but complications arose; ergo, the straight bait.
We know absolutely nothing about him except he's a T.A., he has a girlfriend, and his name is Todd. Or, maybe it's Tyler? (Whatever, we know it starts with a 'T'. That's the most important thing right?)
Simone and I moved our asses in yesterday. 10 Grueling hours of packing, unloading, repacking, and re-unloading a 10 ft U-Haul was kinda-much and utterly exhausting. Yet, after all's said and done, Apt. 18 is absolutely FIERCE!! T-Boy (maybe that's what we'll call him) doesn't really have any say in the decor, but I'm sure he'll love it.
Yup, that's right. We haven't even MET the bitch! We won't see him until next Friday. This is because Miss Alexander has gone to her home state of Louisiana and I had to go back to work in another city while The Breeder moves in this Saturday. This is what I'm dreading coming back to:
a) The apartment empty with a note that says, "Thanks for all the cool shit"
b) Dirty dishes and trash lying around (yuck)
or the worst
c) Hideous posters of beer and a neon "We're Open" sign littering the already flawless walls (Lord, have mercy)
No, no gurl. That just will not do. I guess the only thing to do is wait anxiously on hairpins and needles until next Friday. Till then darlings...
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