it’s okay if you say you’re favourite is lucien

Actually, in all my lurking years, I’m probably most fond of deep-blue.

you’re? oh my lyrical days

that’s zxcvbnm’s favourite too

shitty PenguinPants

Really living up to your misanthropy.

I hope that wasn’t a deep-blue reference. 'Cos now I look like a dolt.

He should have his own TV show really. I wonder what he looks like.

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Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I’d love to do it if i could afford to

living with other people is alright but its a bit of an unnecessary pain

I refer to it as a fortress of solitude, somewhere I like to go to be alone and relax and be safe from unwelcome social intruders and real intruders. It used to be my flat but now my parents, friend and girlfriend has a key.

Yeah it’s the best

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Yup it rules

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Having done all, I would say living with 1 or 2 other people you really like/love far trumps anything else.
Alone - too much housework, not enough attention to what you’re actually doing (likely to just let the place go to shit or set it on fire), no other people to get other bits of shopping or make you food or chat, just little things that make a big difference
Living with too many people - hell on earth
Living with a couple of people you’re not that keen on - bit awkward

So it is the runner up, which is still good. Just a bit of hard work/depressing.

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Yeah, this. I live with an old friend and so get on really well. It’s still quite nice when I have the place to myself occasionally, but this is the best option in the absence of a tv.

Due to my social dysfunction I’m unable to ever really break the ice with people I live with so it just remains awkward for the duration of the tenancy and I avoid being in the same room as them if I can. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to overcome that and I’d love to live alone.

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Move in with someone you already know/like

Sounds awkward

Fuck the idea of housemates, ugh.

I agree.

Living with other people can either be loads of fun or a complete and utter nightmare.

I’ve only done this in uni halls. I was unfortunate to be living with someone who was really horrible. I avoided this person as much as I could, which sometimes wasn’t possible. I never went in the kitchen and always made sure the coast was clear before leaving my room. I absolutely dreaded returning to the flat when I was out because I’d never know if someone was in the hallway. Sometimes I would deliberately not go back until after midnight, fortunately there was a lot to do on campus (I went to the student bar a lot, became a bit of an alcoholic).

In the end I just moved into different halls without even telling my flatmates (during the Christmas holidays when no one was there). Was a bit awkward bumping into one of them afterwards.

I hated the experience (yet I have weird feelings of nostalgia for it). The most annoying thing was that this person already lived in the city of the university, so he didn’t even particularly need to be there.