Picking all that sparkly asbestos ceiling out of my socks is such a pain.
In college I knew a few people who lived in a nasty squat with like 12 roommates who slept in closets and let their pet rats wander through the house uninhibited and argued over who was in charge of cooking the organic quinoa on Wednesday night. One of them wanted to live in a geodesic dome in the yard. This would have been a perfect starter house for him.
And then it was like I was back in high school but it wasn't like really MY high school, it was just like the idea of it? And then I was in this room, but it was a car, but it was driving itself? And then you were there, but you had different hair and you were making out with Margaret and that was like, totally bizarre.