Leo-watch

Classified under:personal,Rob Andrews
My new room mate is a strange one. I'm starting to think that he's a hypocondriac. When he's in the kitchen, when he cooks, he covers the hands and anything that will touch his hands with toilet paper. And then he disapears into his room chatting with his girlfriend with fish lips, leaving tissue husks everywhere, like ghost shit. He spends most of his time without pants, wearing the Chinese equivilent of hot pants. He'll pop into the living room, with his lap top webcam in my hand and interview me in from of his Chinese girlfriends. The girls giggle over digital static when I look at them speak in pseudo real-time. They're all the same. Space aged girls wearing oversized headphones.