What do you do when your roommate blasts Ricky Martin at 9:00 am on a Saturday in the year 2012? (If it were 1999, this might be a completely different story)
My solution, stare annoyingly at her open door as she comes down the stairs. Worked like a charm.
I'm not a music afficionado, but Ricky Martin? Come on? I might* even prefer Nickelback.
Another roommate blasts Christian Rock. Yeah. It's that bad.
*Probably not, but at least it's recent, right?
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