Living with them for two weeks was more or less an exercise in figuring out people.

(Read: judging people.)

Naaaah, it was nicer than that. I got to go through the thrill of meeting a new person, and then gradually deconstructing that initial immaculate conception. And at least I recognized that process.

I don't claim to know everything about them, but when you're cooped up in a studio everyday with someone, you're bound to get a fairly accurate assessment.

(AHHHHHH YOU'RE STILL JUDGING AHHHHHH)