Ok so this is depressing.
It is quarter to 8 in the morning, and I am already depressed. Mainly because I am, and have been for the last half an hour, sitting in my bedroom waiting for my new flatmate and his lovely girlfriend to stop having hot shower sex so that I can have a shower before I go to work. They've been in there for nearly 45 bloody minutes (the shower, by the way, is right next to my room) and I can hear the stifled giggles.
I've been up for an hour - should never have had that morning cigarette in bed, should have gone straight into the bathroom.. then I would have been able to jump in and out before they woke up, and right now would be putting on eyeliner and making breakfast, rather than staring into space and feeling old for being annoyed at selfish young people shagging willy nilly all over the place, when some of us have to go to work dammit! I bet they'll have used up all the hot water.
Ugh god, I've just realised.. they're not gonna clean up. I'm going to be washing my hair, knowing minutes ago it was a dirty sex-shower. Except that they're not dirty. And it would have been beautiful, romantic sweet couple sex. Great, I'm going to feel so boring and inferior in there now. Sorry shower, it's only me again, just shaving my legs today, nothin to see here. Oh, must remember not to touch the showerhead..
God, this is depressing. I could not feel more old. Or single. Or tragic.
..I can't remember the last time I had sex in a shower.
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