corpses and morrisons bags
fistly, my ex boyfriend (while i was with him) lived next door to someone who had such loud sex *with himself* that he woke said ex up on a regular basis. he also liked rubber outfits and shaving all of his body hair, and telling everyone he met, but seeing as a lot of people from oxley halls in leeds seem to be private school people, thats not too much of a shock.
also, i dont mean to be a horrible person and generalise, but but every chinese person i've lived with has been totally mental, and i've lived with at least 6.
Tracy in my halls in first year (bodington in leeds by the way) was the most reclusive person i've ever not encountered. she used to cook all her food at 3am (you'd come home pissed to find her wee steamer bubbling away), collect morrisons bags (during freshers week i asked her if she wanted to join us, and everytime i knocked on her door there would be a massive rustling and she would open it framed by a background of plastic bags) and owned an enormous cleaver, which would be left on the kitchen surfaces in a threatening manner (or so we thought).
when i lived in glasgow i saw my first corpse (aged 8) thanks to the strict catholic woman who invited us to her late husbands wake. i didnt reaslise that big hughy (the late husband) would be joining the party. she also used to fuel my nightmares by giving me a porcelain doll for every birthday from 3 till 12. to this day (im 20) i dont trust those things).
i appreciate they're not that awful, but i was still very freaked out for quite a long time.
(sarcasticgirl, Wed 31 Aug 2005, 20:39, Reply)