Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

Living with other people. That really sucks. I’ve only had a year and three quarters and already I’m going mental. I’m thinking of moving to my hostel but oh to give up the luxuries of living at home: air cond., broadband, wifi, heated water, washing machine, personal maid (aka Mom) .. I’m such a spoilt person I am .. And besides, there’s always the room mate to reckon with. So, on one hand, you have living at home with mental torture, slow, mental, torture, like taping your eyelids open (maybe that’s why I blink so much). On the other hand, you have living in a hostel, saving at least 40 mins of driving every day. The room mate can always be ignored; no commitment, no blood link, just another piece of flesh. Worst of all is the common bathroom, but there are so many people living there and no one’s complaining, so I don’t see why I should mind.

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