Sleepless until now...apologies for 'tis long.
I used to share a room with a girl who had a bad habit of bringing her boyfriend over at random times, always unnanounced. I kindly asked her to let me know ahead of time so I could find somewhere else to go as I didn't want to interrupt their constant fucking. She snapped off on me saying that I shouldn't be telling her what to do and shit like that. Well, after that I gave up being polite. I decided that if she wasn't going to be even the slightest bit courteous like that, she wasn't going to get any action. (Cue evil giggling....now.) I already had insomnia from her and her boyfriend's antics so I decided to use that as my weapon of choice. I stayed up all day, all night, all weekend. I never left the room, except for a drink and a snack from time to time. I was never gone long. This went on for about 3 weeks before he realized that he was going to be a little, um, frustrated for a few days. By week 3 he lasted about 45 minutes before he took a flying leap out of the lofted bed, smacking his head on the ceiling, grabbed his pants and headed out the door, never to be seen in the room again.

Also, before I left for home at the end of the term, I "forgot" to take out her nasty, food-ridden trash. I believe there was some old seafood salad in there, or maybe a tuna tin...I think I forgot to cap the jar of mayonnaise in the unplugged fridge (after I smeared it and some tuna salad on the wall behind her sofa...) I can't imagine what that had to have been like after being in a closed-up room for 4-5 weeks.
(Magical HellBunny, Thu 5 May 2005, 19:17, Reply)