My housemate turned our living quarters into a K-burrow while I was away last night. Supernoodle pieces mingling with carpet fibres, knickers waiting to be collected by the borrowers, stains clambering for attention, discord, poverty and curtains drawn.

2 birds/ 2 guys draped across the furniture like Catholic banners in a nunnery...the smell of spoil, the smell of sex and the smell of balloons surrendering in flames.
I just wanted my daily ration of soup and yogurt and wanted the room to be rid of these human shells...but, faced with the possibility of having to converse with dirty girls'n'boys...I banished myself to my room. ''Men Behaving Badly'' is a happy place.

Annoying housemates anyone?