ew

So, last night I was innocently dreaming in my little bed, snuggled up under my beautiful quilt, when something interrupted my slumber.

A fast and uncomfortable-sounding squeaking.

Yep, my loser bastard inconsiderate idiot upstairs neighbour, who consistently comes home around midnight to play some ridiculous base-pounding computer game that reverberates through my room, seems to have gotten laid.

It was all over in 2 minutes flat, and there were no discernible sounds of appreciation.

I hate sharing houses.