The only thing more depressing than hearing your neighbor having really bad sex on Valentine’s day, and be alone in bed at the time….
…is to be putting your makeup on for work at 9am on a Friday morning, and hear your other neighbor presumably having shower sex. And I say presumably, as he is Spanish and I could not understand anything. And sad, because…well,
1. His name is Fabio (yeah! people are really named that)
2. I thought he was gay, as he really cares about his flower/wall things that keep me from pulling into my driveway without hitting them….(that’s what she said…?)
3. Our bathrooms are the size of a closet…not walkins, which I do have and they are bigger. That HAD TO HURT!
Well, regardless, I wasn’t able to hear the music I was listening to over the splashing and weird Spanish sex noises. Who’s ready for some awkwardness in the laundry room?
I had to listen to my roommate having bad sex through my wall…while I have someone I like but can’t have. And there they are having bad sex! People just abuse their privileges sometimes. I mean, knowing bad sex is going on makes me very sad to begin with…to be subjected to the sounds of it….gahhh…