Because of the deep suckitude of a 24-year-old male with a large mole on his head (I feel very petty today), I am now in a position to get mystery roommates. I flew to OK with one young buck who wanted to be roommates. We dreamt up elaborate dinner parties. We shopped apartments in town tirelessly, looking for the perfect 2 bedroom. This morning he bailed. He's from a wealthy community in Boston and decided none of the 2 bedrooms would be big enough for him to share. So I made a major leap of faith and signed on at the trendy apartment complex that is furnished with couches and friends. You just commit to a 3 bedroom at a reasonable-ish price and they surprise you with roommies. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for 2 reasonably sober people who like to sleep and own headphones. This could be really awful.
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Oh man, the adventures continue! Then again, this could be like Friends part 2! Praying for good roommies for you.
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