I had this roommate, Mich...

Mich was a Maine-ard. Relocated to the Sunshine state...

She met this boy, Marcus.

Marcus had just been broken up with. But she did it anyways. They got closer and closer and closer...

She began spending the night at his house. And every morning she woke up to a large 11 x 17 photograph of the ex, Ellen.

We all laughed, we all joked. But secretly, it drove her crazy.

So what did she do? She embraced it. She began talking to Ellen before she went to sleep, after her and Marcus **Ahem** Exercised... And in the morning, before she left, she kissed the picture goodbye.

Ellen became her religion. Ellen became her relic.

I love that story.  ¶ 10:27 AM