...my housemate hit on me last night. (TW for very brief mention of rape - not in this story, in the past, it wasn't that bad ( Read more... )

I live in a building that is based a bit like a hostel; you share two bathrooms and a kitchen with four other rooms on your floor (so in total, five share). Thanks to the incredible hostility of the three fatboys I'm supposed to share a kitchen with on floor 3, I use the kitchen on the floor below (floor 2). ( Read more... )

I was in another six-bed long-term room, three bunks, really quite bigger than the last, though still filled with long-termers and therefore all sorts of random crap we'd accumulated.

One of my favorite moments was when they set up an artificial ice-skating pond on the main drag around Christmas and Alcoholic Ned came running home at top speed, ( Read more... )

( So I was living in this hostel. )