Oh, it's that old shit flatmate thing........I lived with the same people all through Uni because they were clean and always paid there bills, but.......
They all talked in baby voices.
They managed to always look at me like I was about to be put down.
They had a photo gallery above the fireplace with pictures of them but no 'me' , beside thank you cards they had sent to each.... other the Forever Friends variety...
I didn't like them, but on my 21st birthday they had a house party in my honour.. I went off somewhere else for the night, to return and find they had all been taking magic mushrooms, one guy (boyfriend) had been caught naked, wanking beside a bin, outside the police station, another was talking to himself in the bathroom. When I got back I decided to get the hell out with a potential love interest, they wouldn't let me leave the house because they were worried about my state of mind...and because the party was for me it was all my fault apparently...they thought I was Satan from that day on.
One was obsessed with trainers and had the same pair in 5 different colours, she would sit and clean them with a toothbrush for hours.
Another was a religious nut who had never had sex and was desperate, the other was anorexic and on anti depressants.
Because I had friends, went out all the time and didn't care if my trainers were scuffed I was immoral and wrong. I still hate them, I hope they have all had some kind of 'middle class too much free time and money to have a personality' psychotic episode, it was on the cards...........
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They all talked in baby voices.
They managed to always look at me like I was about to be put down.
They had a photo gallery above the fireplace with pictures of them but no 'me' , beside thank you cards they had sent to each.... other the Forever Friends variety...
I didn't like them, but on my 21st birthday they had a house party in my honour.. I went off somewhere else for the night, to return and find they had all been taking magic mushrooms, one guy (boyfriend) had been caught naked, wanking beside a bin, outside the police station, another was talking to himself in the bathroom. When I got back I decided to get the hell out with a potential love interest, they wouldn't let me leave the house because they were worried about my state of mind...and because the party was for me it was all my fault apparently...they thought I was Satan from that day on.
One was obsessed with trainers and had the same pair in 5 different colours, she would sit and clean them with a toothbrush for hours.
Another was a religious nut who had never had sex and was desperate, the other was anorexic and on anti depressants.
Because I had friends, went out all the time and didn't care if my trainers were scuffed I was immoral and wrong. I still hate them, I hope they have all had some kind of 'middle class too much free time and money to have a personality' psychotic episode, it was on the cards...........