I Hate My Stupid Roommates

I hate my stupid roommates. Normally, things are okay, but at 3:37 am this morning they came home with a strange man in tow. I suspect this is "Chris," some guy they met last week who also teaches English in Changhua. Yet, I kind of hope it is not, because they described him as "intense" and "weird." I'd feel better about their (not really sure which one he goes with, though we're suspecting the Belgian) judgment if, you know, they weren't completely drunk. (Ellie loudly wondered out loud if she had locked the door--literally seconds after doing so.)He swore like a sailor too, which was not endearing. Hold on, they're coming down the stairs. Ugh, is he going to sleep on the sofa?!! No, wait, she's apologizing and telling him good night and out he goes. Thank goodness. Maybe Li laid down the law. It wouldn't surprise me, she would not take that sort of thing well. At least I can finally take my shower--at 4:15 am! Stupid, stupid roommates. Maybe I'll listen to "Stupid Girls" before I take my shower. Morons.