You know you are living with the right women when…

* Hannah walks into your room and, upon seeing the image on your computer, says “Oh my god! I used that SAME image of a rifle for a drawing reference like, a week ago!”

* Hannah reads you feminist literature that references Andrea Dworkin, and tacks a hilarious/terrifying article from the 1940’s about Women in the Workplace to your door.

* All three of you sing along to the Dixie Chick’s “Earl” and when you say “Chris, this is a song about how Lizz and I kill you,” Lizz cackles with glee.

* Lizz makes a point of having regular viewings of Wife Swap, and you all get really into it.

* You bond over your shared middle school love of “Mists of Avalon.” Specifically, your shared love of the sex scenes in “Mists of Avalon.” Specifically, the Guinevere rape scene.

These ladies are fantastic. We have similar tastes in regard to craft projects, and junk food, and television, and sexuality, and—and—it’s the best. It’s so the best, it’s gross.

What is also So The Best That It’s Gross is this fucking THANKSGIVING I just had! HOLY FUCKIN SHIT. Sarah & Maria & Nat are still here and we have already eaten so much good food and are going to continue to eat so much more all weekend. Last night  we put on costumes and wandered around the empty campus with some 40s in plastic bags. Later, while Sarah and I jammed with guitar and violin (our jam list included Love Story yes it did), Freddy popped into my doorway without warning, and Maria was having NONE OF IT and she gave him some serious sass. Oh man. This break is just exactly where it’s at.