Open letter

Dear roommates,

Seriously, does everything you cook have to smell like peppers and onions? Especially since Yackov doesn't actually cook anything for himself and Anna eats only fruits and veggies and tea. What the fuck are you doing?

Also, it's lovely that your mom visits you, especially since Anna probably spends the money to fly her out. But can you also shell out to get her a hotel? I feel terribly strange about boning while someone's mom is in the house.

And seriously, Yackov, do you need to make that throat-clearing sound THAT LOUDLY? Really now.

Casey

Note to self:

Dying one's hair red can lead to a bathroom that looks like a crime scene. Congrats for not getting anything all over roommate's white towels.

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It's pretty much magenta. Should I fix it or is it awesome, y/n?