In confined space where everything is being shared, tension
can start to build between housemates. Be prepared for world war fucking three.
When you live in a shared house with a group of hormonal girls, things can get
a little complicated. When Uni nights in are getting boring just stir up some
shit and there’s no need to stick on the Netflix.
Although you may think you can still have alone time when it
comes to living with other people, you are wrong. Surrounded by four walls, you
can hear everything going on in the room next door and the room above.
Sometimes it’s the kinky stuff going down, after a long night on the town (in
that case just plug in the headphones and ride it out) other times its get out
the popcorn and enjoy.
Personalities can clash and friendships can crash and burn
once you are forced to live in each other’s footsteps. For the majority of the
time just put on a smile or just shut the fuck up when having petty issues with
the so called Hitler you live with, other times preach till you can no longer
have a tantrum.
For those lucky enough to have the front row seat just sit
back and enjoy the muffled screams from the neighbouring bedroom. It’s all down
to the thin walls that provide the entertaining nights in.
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