ew! ew! ew! ew! ew! i'm traumatized!!
saturday, february 16, 2002
i saw my roommate having sex! in the middle of the day! reflected on her tv-screen! ew! ew! ew! ew! i'm still wincing! ew! that's just wrong!
she's had her boyfriend over once or twice a week all along.. it's been kind of weird, but since it's just been sleepovers and i've been, y'know, sleeping, and they are quiet people, i haven't really been bothered outside of the "eek, stranger in here while i sleep" aspect.
but he came over today. around noon. and they were talking and giggling as usual, and i didn't care because whatever, doesn't concern me, right? so i kept right on watching the mtv real world reruns. our closets are set up like a separating wall anyway, so really--could care less. see? (that's her blue bed sticking out on the right behind my closet):
so i'm watching tv.. it's all good.. and then i completely randomly glance over at my chair, which is directly opposite of my bed, and incidentally, right next to her desk with her tv and.. WAAAAH!!!
there it was, reflected off of her tv screen like a bad porno--a butt vigorously moving about and two white-socked feet sticking up in the air! WAAH!! NOOOO!!! EWWW!!!
what do you do? it was barely noon, the sun was shining and on the other side of my closet, my roommate was most definitely having sex. bleh! they were so creepily silent, too, and the last thing i wanted to do was give indication that, well, i could friggin' SEE what was happening.
so i winced and watched the real world until the commercial break and then casually went to the bathroom. when i returned, they were obviously done and he was leaving. talk about wham-bam-thank-you-mam! i had troubles keeping a straight face when he told me goodbye. "goodbye to you too, hope you had a good time fucking my roommate! :) " .. heh.
(shudder) i guess the polite thing to do would be to ignore it and pretend i never saw it, but try telling my brain that. i'm traumatized! i really don't care that they were having sex, they could hump their brains out, but is it really too much to ask to not have to listen to it, or more specifically, SEE it?
oh, the joys of dorm life. cin cin. �� 3:24 p.m.
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