However, there is one love that is not included. That is the love of my housemate for his girlfriend. I am so freakin sick of it.
The girl is lovely—don't get me wrong—she is a sweet, friendly lass. I have nothing against her except that she is always over at my house and the pair of them are so astoundingly irritating together. The noisy, slurpy kisses; his exaggerated laughter; their deafening sex. I'm sick of it.
He is leaving the country in a few weeks so they are getting as much “quality time” in before he goes so she will be over every night until his flight. The next person I'm getting into his room will be bright, bubbly, engaging and completely asexual.
Excuse me for ranting but I have had to leave the house tonight because of it. I was in a pub for a while but it closed. I'm now at the office. The office, for chrissake, writing an entry in a blog. I'm in a bit of a grump.
¹ It's the mutilation to death that rather goes against my argument here…
: 6/7/06 14:24I admit nothing but perhaps I have already resorted to earplugs in the past. Some rocking music on the iPod, possibly.
The movie tickets would be a stroke of genius but it gets me only a few hours. They are guaranteed to return at some stage and if I am asleep when they do then they are guaranteed to wake me up.
In fact I could just buy myself some movie tickets. That's genius. What's out at the moment? What theatres would have been open at 10:30 on a Tuesday night?…
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