Numbering comes in quite handy

It turns out Roommate #4 objects to her name. Ha ha. It’s funny, really, because she’s the reason I started numbering them. She would never be around and I would be like, “hey, where’s the fourth roommate?”

But she doesn’t like it, so I’m going to stop. From now on, it’s Jess, T-Rob, and Liza (I can only remember people’s names if they happen to be four letters long). I’ll keep this link handy if you ever need a refresher (assuming I talk about them, I so hate those stories on various blogs that refer to people who may or may not be imaginary).

Oh, and just so you know. I have the most beautiful hands in existence. They’re so perfect that if they weren’t my hands already, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off them.

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