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Jimmy claimed he lived in a loft because of the ceilings, but it was definitely a studio.
Cleanliness: Disaster. Didn’t own bed sheets.
House Rules: If you were dressed better than him (read: wearing a shirt and anything but flannel pajama pants), he’d make fun of you.
Would you stay there again?: You avoid his block altogether.

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I mean this in every sense of the phrase.

He makes me laugh because he is as neurotic as I am and also can’t handle his alcohol. He’s in love with my roommate.

I just can’t help but think oh my god oh my god oh my god I simultaneously love so many people and also don’t love anyone at all.

Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.

Wednesday: I still haven’t written anything. I can feel myself being on edge over it. I tell a non-writer friend my dilemma and all he says in response is that there are too many listicles on the internet these days. I scream out loud at my desk.

I just wanted to start out by saying that it’s really great that you have so many feelings. Feelings are really important. And you, Brian, have a lot of them. Like, a lot.

Oh. Shit.