..:Listening to: The voice in my head screaming in utter horror ..:Current mood: Make it STOP!
I just came back from grocery shopping, walked into my kitchen and accidently walked in on a most distubing site. One of my roomates was shagging her boyfriend on the couch.
SHAGGING on our COUCH.
There are SO many things wrong with this: A)This is a SHARED apartment, there are 6 of us here, did they fucking WANT to get caught?! B)I will never be able to look either her or her boyfriend in the eye ever again. C)I will never be able to sit on the couch again either... D)Why the hell didn't they just walk down the hall to her room for chrissake?!
So, I hereby announce that I am going to spend the next week ignoring the roomies and pretending that I am living in a single apartment that has abnormally loud rodents. I refuse to admit I'm hiding. I'm enjoying some well-deserved solitude. I'm catching up on long neglected personal tasks. I'm getting in touch with my inner Fangirl. And the best way to achieve all these goals is to be curled up in the fetal position, in my bed, with a blanket over my head, hugging Seth my teddy bear and wimpering like a wounded puppy.