Last night was the end of show party for Dirty Dancing so i'm slightly hanging today. It was a really good party with a free bar and the results were messy. I didn't get home until the wee hours of the night and promptly feel to sleep.
I woke, desperate for tea. After pottering around the house for a few hours, slowly building momentum for the day ahead, packed my bag and headed for the door... It wouldn't open. It was locked. One of the girls i live with had locked me in the house. How am i suppose to check the price of stamps now!? I'd love to tell you a story about how i struggled to break free from my domestic prison. Digging tunnels using only a tea-spoon, scaling walls with a grappling hook carved from a bed post or systematically folding every bone in my body so i could climb out through the letter box. No, i simply used my key to let myself out, then proceeded to text the my half insane, half crazy house mate questioning her motives in holding me captive.
This is all around about way of talking about me and my house mates. As you may know i live with two girls, i say girls they are actually two lovely ladies...i feel i can get away with saying nice things about them because i know they'll never read this... Oh yes i can tell what you're thinking. The pillow fights, the strolling around in the all together and the constant kissing competitions i'm forced to judge...well i'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that of course this doesn't happen, never happens and will not happen. I will say though, i do get an eye full of their underwear drying on the radiators. It's rather annoyingly always drying on a clothes horse one passes on the way to the loo. The reason i say "annoyingly" is because the drying under garments sits in front of a book shelf i store my comics on. Every time i reach for a comic, i'm forced to gingerly snake my arm thru this forest of knicker elastic. It is like playing a game of 'Operation' but instead of the patient's nose going red and buzzing, i worry one of my housemates will open her door and catch me in what will look like some pervert stealthily stealing her brassieres.
Apart from that, they are nothing but a joy to live with. Sure I have to time midnight trips to the loo and midmorning showers so as to not bump in to them while they're in the buff, but as yet we've had no awkward encounters involving unlocked shower doors, towels falling off at the wrong moment or being caught masturbating on the sofa. It may not be the way i imagined it would be when i was a young teenaged boy but i think it's better.
I'll sign off for now, i'd best get back to wishing i had not drank so much and vowing never to do so again. The weather is a plesent 16*C when it isn't raining...
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
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