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Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo last night Carrie from upstairs invited me up. Said i look like a good snuggle partner, next thing i know she's sleeping in my arms. She wakes up at 7, has a hangover, asks me if i want to leave... Does it look like i want to leave? i come back to my very own room and expect to crash on my bed. Nope, fucking some stupid chicks fell asleep on my bed, have no idea who they are. Sometimes i love my roomate.... NOT.