A peek inside

I live with 6 people. 3 peoples names are on the lease. 4people pay rent. 1 is a squatter and 1 is the boyfriend of the lease signers also making him a squatter AND a...(Fill in the blank).

2 of the 6 are party girls. (1 of which would be me) and 2 are Virgins. (Yes.those still exist). The other is a homebody who would never leave her room if she didn't have to.

Looking around the house I see condoms and lube in random nooks and crannies. This brought home by one of the girls who will have the rights to a white wedding dress some day. There is often loud music and loud talking. Flip flops from summer are scattered around,hair ties and bobbi pins too. Clutch here. Shot glass there.There are lawn chairs in a corner leaning against the wall just in case the three couches aren't room enough for the company we are likely to entertain at a moments notice. My unused Richard Simmons dvd (that I bought for nostalgic reasons) still sits in eye view and often times provides a good laugh for our guests who do a double take when seeing it.

During the week the party girls ration whatever bottle of alcohol that was purchased from the previous weekend for pregaming purposes. Our screwed up priorities often leave us with minimal food and having us salivate over the meals that Ms.Homebody makes during the week. Instead of purchasing groceries to last us thru the week we purchase drinks at happy hour and then come home to sneak a helping of whatever yummy dish Ms.Homebody whipped up.
(Thanks food network!)

The two party girls/ unfit " mom's" have two yappy dogs who have probably been nicknamed by our suburbian neighbors as the hood dogs. They weigh less than 20 lbs put together,yet these pitbull protege's bark at squirrels,children,our landscaper and the mailman like they're ready to take a bite out of crime when in reality all it takes is a belly rub to shut them up. One is totally lazy and one is an angry runaway who has lately decided to pull disappearing acts just for fun. (You'd swear we were on Mike Vic status).

There's a stolen Obama sign in the yard that our ignorant asses are proud of. That is the 2nd of two attempts to steal one. (Yes we know we could have gone to the headquarters and gotten one for free, but where's the fun in that?)

Currently we're a mixture of a Different World and Livin Single. Not my ideal way of living but when your friends need you, you willingly make your home a hostel. That's what friends are for right?

-PEPPERRED