It would seem based on this blog that there's a bit of roomy jealousy going on, and I'm sitting squarely in the middle.
At first I played it off like it was just Zach being Zach, but then I read this little post and decided I was a much bigger deal (to these guys) than I had previously imagined.
My name (well...my last name...shows how well they know me...) is plastered all over these things, and it's not something I'm proud of. Love triangles are no fun, especially when you're the third point and you don't understand why the other two points are trying to draw lines at you.
See, this isn't the first time my roommates have fought over me, nor will it be the last. I just wish there were enough of me to go around.
Sorry guys, but I'm just one man... And I have a job, so I work. Unlike you.
xoxo
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See, this isn't the first time my roommates have fought over me, nor will it be the last. I just wish there were enough of me to go around.
Sorry guys, but I'm just one man... And I have a job, so I work. Unlike you.
xoxo
-at
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