Let me rephrase my previous question: Is there anything more demoralizing than browsing personal ads while overhearing one's roommate having sex?
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
AH!
No.
Mmmmm...
no. I got nothing.
Poor Jen!
"Ephemeral days... short-lived days..."
However, being the renengeful person I am, I would do this:
Get the local paper.
Find the "Pets For Sale" section.
Read aloud, to the door, VERY LOUDLY all of the ads for cats, but substitute the word "cat" or "kitten" with "pussy".
Jen, which personals? I wanna browse too. Co-browsing! It'll be fun!
Ooh, Personal-and-post! We could have impenetrable conversations!
Oh, Jen. Put on something with a laugh track and turn up the TV.
Or, start yelling to them, "To the left! She likes it to the left!"
t beat, beat
"THE OTHER LEFT!!"
Nah, I can't do that. I like my roommates, and they deserve to have some sex every once in a while. And it's not their fault that our house is old and the very antithesis of soundproof.
I'm just cranky. I slept really badly last night (like, four hours with a post-nightmare waking every hour or so), had a tough day at clinical, and came home wanting nothing more than the apartment to myself for a while. Roommate came home shortly thereafter, of course. I think I might just cut my losses and go to bed now.
Edit: Aimee, you are cracking me up. Emily, I spent some time at craigslist before the despair became unmanageable and I moved instead to disinformation.com. Those are better--at least people there seem marginally literate--but still there are no sarcastic vegan pacifist goths to be found.