:: Closing Time ::

:: Thursday, November 21, 2002 ::

Chris: Murder him. Decimate him. Take him apart, brick by brick. Until he's just a husk, wishing he could live under the bed.

Dorm room rule number 1: Always, always, always, no matter what your preconceptions, no matter what your differences, no matter what your prejudices, do everything friends with your roomate. There's a reason there's a waiting period before you can apply to move. It's to make those fucking idiots who think they can judge a person in a day experience it. It took me a week to become friends with Kevin, and almost two months to become real friends. Yes, there's a difference: at college, you have to re-define what friends are, because if you call your neighbors and roomates just associates, the people down the hall are total strangers. And you don't want that - you want to know everyone, some better than others.

Dorm room rule number 2: Change the toilet paper when you finish it.

Dorm room rule number 3: If you've decided to move out, do not tell your roomates until it's final. Inevitably, something goes wrong, and -especially- if the feeling isn't mutual, you'll end up living in a very awkward situation with somebody who KNOWS you don't want to be there. Unless you live somewhere like Thurston where it's literally impossible to get any quiet study done in your room and it's -clear- that the issue isn't personal, don't let them know until you're ready to move on. Because you very likely won't talk to them again, and then it'll be let go without grudges.

Your bastard broke rules one and three, and I don' think you guys have a private bath for him to have broken 2.

Fucker probably would have done it if he could.

Rip him to pieces. You have my support in your intentions, and my utmost confidence in your abilities.
:: Peter 3:34 AM [+] ::
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