Now, I'm not trying to get you to leave BUT. This guy in Brooklyn? He really wants a roommate. And his place looks pretty cool. And he seems nice—he's a terrible dancer—but nice. Oh, and apparently he likes to write songs, because he wrote an entire song about how he needs a roommate while also providing a good description of his place. This could be a problem of course—like when you forget to heed the chore wheel? He could write a song about YOU. And then dance terribly to it. But hey! For now? He needs a roommate.