My roommate called today and said he's moving out. I don't even have the energy to be upset. Anyone want to come live in the East Village in a small expensive apartment with two cats and a Brian/Michael shipper?

If a conveniently distant relative ever dies and leaves me her fortune (or, almost as unrealistically, I find a job in the New York area) sign me up. I love cats, and philosophically I think we'd mesh just fine. :)

I have a tendency to mix up my Brianverse with canon quite a bit these days--especially where Brian's backstory is concerned. Glad to hear I'm not the only one.