House Sharing

This is the first time I ever lived away from my parents (awwww, bless, etc. etc.) so everything started out as an awesome novelty. This house also started out with only four people living in it. M/Michael/my boyfriend/owner (yay nominal confusion), John, Jade and Dan. I moved in after about two months, and then Jade left, helpfully leaving us all of her kitchen utensils. To replace her, Gary moved in. Gary requires some explanation. A 24 year old virgin who owns a few thousand video games from every era, Gary is possibly the nicest person IN THE WORLD. If you asked him nicely, he would give you all his money, and let you stamp on his face. The poor guy wound up living in this house, and I'm not sure what that is doing to his sanity.

Yes, this house. This infamous pit of depravity. Mostly having its bad reputation because Michael lives here. Everybody knows that he is a Deparaved and Evil Human Being™, which basically means that our parties are always really awesome. They also frequently end with nudity, whips, butter (ok that only happened once), facepaints, violence (courtesy of lil' old me, the legendary psycho drunk), lesbians (me again) and terrible things happening to whichever poor fool passes out. So far our greatest achievement has been the 3 day Halloween party, involving 5 litres of vodka, 90 cans, various other miscellaneous alcohols, facepaints, and lots and lots of boobies. Yay for boobies!