February 13, 2006

If this were a Garfield comic, I would mention how Monday the 13th is a good day this time

So I guess what Im saying is as of this line, ---------------- I can no longer conseder us together"

I come back from a pretty uneventful date sort of thing last night, (details maybe to come if I can't think of anything better later this week) to find a note taped on the door, with my roommate's name in chickenscratch.

I, of course, read it before I walk in the door.

It's hilarious. I never liked this girl, so I'm extremely pleased. I've noticed she hasn't been around in a few weeks, but I mostly thought that was because I had thrown a fit and had her banned from our floor. (If she lives in our building, there's no reason for her to stay in his bed and on our couch all day long while she had mono, taking showers in our bathroom and wiping her ugly pink hair dye on my towels, ruining them.)

I won't type up the entire thing again, as it hurts my eyes to read, her penmanship, her spelling and her grammar. Here's the annotated, edited jist of it.

I know you haven't returned any of my voicemails, and you walk the other way when you see me coming, and I know you said that you didn't want to see me anymore. But I think we need to talk, or really, I need to talk to you. I hate to do this in a letter, but you won't return any of my voicemails and you walk the other way when you see me coming. You are a very nice person and I like you as a friend, but as of this line ----------- I can no longer consider us together.

Today is going to be a good day.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.