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My life goes something like "I wake up in the morning and I have a new roomie, even though I already have 3 of them. Then I go to work and come home and I have a new roomie, even though I have 4 of them. Then we quote fight club and call it beautiful, ready poetry and drink cheap beer while feeling super-alive. I mean super-alive like the way you feel when you snorted a bunch of ecstasy and touch a brillo pad but it still feels amazing."