I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around this scene for an epic few minutes.  On one hand, I am comfortably situated in a lovely house with roommates who cannot beat me in an Irish Carbomb race (I like winning).  On the other hand, I want to live with 23 cats.  I feel like someone who hasn’t heard of Craigslist and color coordinates their jacket with the skin of shirtless bro strumming the panties off some hipster hooker is probably not working in the tech sector.  I find that very desirable.  What kind of music does she listen to?  Anything that goes well with heroin.  What’s in the garden?  Anything that gets you high.  What kind of fabric is the couch made out?  Cheetos.

Sold.

 (photo by J.B. Davis)