Having to listen to my roommate have what sounds like sad, painful sex with her boyfriend (who is not on the lease but has basically been living here for the last month and a half) is disturbing and obnoxious and gross, and I wish I could believe it never happened or was not happening right now. They also wake me up every morning in the kitchen talking in this weird, disgusting cat-speak (i.e. she: "Mrow?" he: "Meow. The eggs are ready." She: "Wheee!" Me: (muffled) "SHUT THE FUCK UP."). It is worse than living next to a horrible band, Laurie, believe you me. Roommates in general are something I wish never happened.