Three months into this "luxury lifestyle" and I think I've officially forgotten what it feels like to walk through a front door. Don't get me wrong, the silk sheets and the massive TV are great, but the roommate situation is getting... intense. He just walked in with that look in his eyes. You know the one. π§ββοΈπ©Έ
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like their "benefactor" is actually just a very handsome, very hungry landlord? Asking for a friend.