B-A-NAN-A-S
It’s a quarter to 1 and I’m still up packing. We’re not moving out until Wednesday, but I just can’t resist packing things up in an organized fashion. It’ll be a joy for me to arrange everything in our new place. In the mean time, Gandalf (current and future roommate) and I will be crashing a Bob’s House while he’s on the East Coast visiting operas, Italian joints, and family. There’s a week gap between our lease in this house and the one at 1725 Highland Ave (1764 on Google Street Maps with a big tree in the way. Or if you’d like to steal my liscence plate number, just check out 402 S. Mitchell St.). We’re both pretty excited to get out of this house and into the new one. We’re losing washer/dryer accessibility, but gaining about half a decade of style and less wear and tear. Also of notable mention is the covered front porch… where Gandalf says a porch swing is going. That’s where my girl Banana and I will be chillin’. Let me explain.
So I call her Banana. Joanna and Dianna were too close to Anna and Savannah too close to Hannah. Banana was a bright name, and it reminded me of the pleasant Chiquita woman. On top of that, everyone would know how to spell it thanks to Gwen Stefani. Banana ain’t no hollaback girl, either.
So Gandalf is dating Anna, and Ben, our third, is dating Hannah. Knowing they would foolishly be coming to me for advice and seeing that their significant others’ rhyming names, I knew I needed a make-believe girlfriend to help relate to them.
So I call her Banana. Joanna and Dianna were too close to Anna and Savannah too close to Hannah. Banana was a bright name, and it reminded me of the pleasant Chiquita woman. On top of that, everyone would know how to spell it thanks to Gwen Stefani. Banana ain’t no hollaback girl, either.
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