Lill: *Flick, flick* Crap, my overhead light just blew out.

Jill: There are light bulbs in the kitchen.

Lill: *Flick, flick* Hmm…no, it’s ok I can still see.

Jill: Lill your room is a sty – you’re going to fall in the dark and injure yourself and if I’m not here what will you do?

Lill: *Flick, flick* I’ll throw things at the wall until a neighbour comes.

*Later that evening*

Lill: *Flick, flick* Shit…it’s dark…JILLIAN!

Jill: In the bath – not helping you!

Lill: *Grumble* Can’t see…anything…hate when Jill is right…


Jill: *Sigh* Are you OK?!

Lill: No, I’ve fallen somewhere between the wardrobe and a very large plant.

Jill: You don’t have any plants.

Lill: I’ll worry about that later – I’ve just found a book light and am going to try tunneling out…if I don’t make it, you still can’t sleep with my brother.

Jill: Hmph, hopefully this experience will give you incentive to keep your room tidy and light bulbs fresh.

Lill: That and always keeping a bayonet, GPS and flashlight on the bedside table.


About Lill and Jill

We are Lillian and Jillian; best friends and roommates. We blog to capture the seemingly trivial moments of thought and expression that make us smile; the often-times ridiculous way we see the world and how we live in it. We ask that you think well of us despite our propensity for drinking saccharine-laden alcoholic beverages, affection for 90′s boy-bands, and regular inappropriateness.

2 responses »

  1. jensine says:

    And excavating things in ones own room always a surprising treat

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s