Dear Roommate,
There's no better time than the present to start apologizing for the future, so here goes. I'm sorry about my family. My father will try too hard to befriend you, and trust me, I don't expect you to remember the names of my parents, step-parents, four younger stepsiblings, and three older brothers. You should probably remember my dog Tucker's name though, since photos of him will be plastered all over our walls. I'm terribly sorry for my awful memory. I will lose my keys and get locked out at the most inconvenient times, and you will grumblingly (and graciously!) let me in. Also, I'm sorry about the Swedish fish that you'll find casually scattered all over our dorm. Eventually, after finding Swedish fish in random pages of your textbooks, under your pillow, and inside your shoes, you will accept their presence. I just really hope you're not allergic to them. I apologize for my insane piles of books that will transform our dorm into a library. You can borrow any you like, and I'm a rare reader who doesn't mind dog-earring the pages! Oh, roommate, let me warn you now, I have a strange incapacity to take the "am/pm" setting into consideration. I'm so sorry for all the times I distract your routine with my Spice Girls wake up song. It must be terrible for you. I'm sorry if my Salvador Dali paintings seem like walking nightmares. Granted, they take some getting used to, but I bet that by the end of this year, you will love his weird chicken-like elephants and enflamed giraffes just as much as I do! If I lose that bet, we can discuss some sort of revenge on me. Dear roommate, I am sorry that I will insist upon telling you my dream right after we wake up. Sometimes they're really weird and involve characters from Harry Potter, so just bear with me. (I don't know how to end it succinctly because I can't go over in characters!)
There's no better time than the present to start apologizing for the future, so here goes. I'm sorry about my family. My father will try too hard to befriend you, and trust me, I don't expect you to remember the names of my parents, step-parents, four younger stepsiblings, and three older brothers. You should probably remember my dog Tucker's name though, since photos of him will be plastered all over our walls. I'm terribly sorry for my awful memory. I will lose my keys and get locked out at the most inconvenient times, and you will grumblingly (and graciously!) let me in. Also, I'm sorry about the Swedish fish that you'll find casually scattered all over our dorm. Eventually, after finding Swedish fish in random pages of your textbooks, under your pillow, and inside your shoes, you will accept their presence. I just really hope you're not allergic to them. I apologize for my insane piles of books that will transform our dorm into a library. You can borrow any you like, and I'm a rare reader who doesn't mind dog-earring the pages! Oh, roommate, let me warn you now, I have a strange incapacity to take the "am/pm" setting into consideration. I'm so sorry for all the times I distract your routine with my Spice Girls wake up song. It must be terrible for you. I'm sorry if my Salvador Dali paintings seem like walking nightmares. Granted, they take some getting used to, but I bet that by the end of this year, you will love his weird chicken-like elephants and enflamed giraffes just as much as I do! If I lose that bet, we can discuss some sort of revenge on me. Dear roommate, I am sorry that I will insist upon telling you my dream right after we wake up. Sometimes they're really weird and involve characters from Harry Potter, so just bear with me. (I don't know how to end it succinctly because I can't go over in characters!)
