Once again…my “parents” are arguing as I write this to you. Now, these arent my biological parents mind you…they’re my roomates. A young gay couple in their early 20s that have arguments over the dumbest things…and they way they fight, one would think its the end for them. But they manage to stick it out. From what I can hear in the bedroom, muffled by the walls…its about going out to clubs…one wants to and the other doesn’t. Oops…a loud crash noise just happened…not good. So anyways…when they fight, I just sit here and wonder…will this be the one that splits them? Sometimes…in my frustration of hearing them bitch over such trivial issues I’d wish they would break up and be done with it. But…on the other hand, they do make up by that night and resume their relationship as if nothing happend. I view that as a testiment to the strength of their relationship. Espeically in a time when most gay relationships choose to end themselves, because that’s easier for them rather than to deal with the issues they face. Let’s hear it for domestic disfunction!!
Oy. I could tell you stories about my roommates… but, um, they post here, so I’d better not. 
Esprix