I live downstairs, and my roommate's room is directly above mine. There's a vent (on my ceiling, her floor) along with insanely squeaky beds that allow me to hear everything she does. Everything she does. Everything. Let me just say, her boyfriend is here this weekend, and now I play my music as loudly as my computer will allow so I don't have to hear consistently-spaced bed creaks and "Smooth Operator" leaking from my ceiling.
Only 11 more days of Sexcapades Live and really bad music.
Showing posts with label You don't want to know. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
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