On the unfortunate experience of hearing your roommate do the hibbity bibbity.

So you're laying there. It's 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. You've had a really draining week, Friday night and Saturday afternoon. You're thinking to yourself, "this is exactly what I need. A night in, just for myself, a big sandwich and some crappy TV on DVD. Let...the relaxing...being."

When all of the sudden, you hear it. Your roommate, who shares a (thin) wall with you, is loudly panting and moaning her way though a sexual encounter with Mr. Russian Dude she met at a park. You lay there, gagging, as you brianstorm any and every way to drown out her disgusting, animal-like, porn-star bellowing.

As it turns out, my much-needed, relaxing night ended up with me, digusted, wrapping pillows around my head, trying to avoid the ability to hear. What a disaster.