|Something I'm seriously contemplating posting to craigslist.|
Something I'm seriously contemplating posting to craigslist.
Sep. 17th, 2005 @ 09:42 am
Dear girl sitting behind me on MIT bus:
I don't really care that you are taking five Wellesley classes and an MIT class and have an on-campus job for an academic department and annoy the poor in Mission Hill at every opportunity and have a Harvard boyfriend. However, for greater efficiency in your life, I suggest you start muff-diving with your roommate. Given the forty-five minute commute each way to get action, plus the horrible inefficiency of heterosexual intercourse with your typical male, I propose that you could have twice the orgasms in half the time and have that much more time to start annoying us to become conscientious, informed voters.
In the meantime, I'm seriously contemplating a hunting license and trying to figure out what the bag limit is for Wendys and IT'S NINE FUCKING A.M. so SHUT UP AND BE GRUMPY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
Love and kisses,
|Date:||September 17th, 2005 02:59 pm (UTC)|| |
You'd probably have to bribe me with TWO bright shiny quarters.
I imagine if I posted that to Community, I'd be the subject of a flamewar from hell, as well as making many new friends, but I'm not totally sure that it's worth it. I'm still in the new, insecure mode.
I'd cough up the 37 cents and mail you two bright shiny quarters from my quarter dish if you posted that to Community.
Vegetable-oil filled waterballoons.
Actually posted to the Tower conference:
I moved to the Tower Complex to get away from the Quad and the stupid Quad shenanigans. Even though the Quad has its issues, never once in two years of living in Cazenove did we have room searches or people so belligerent out in the Quad that asking them multiple times to quiet down at 1 AM would result in being told off. I had no idea that anything like a room search would occur at Wellesley. The bathroom floors were not decorated with vomit on Saturday mornings, believe it or not, even on a floor composed of hard-partying first-years.
I expect more of the under- and upperclasswomen living in this residence hall. Just because you pay $40,000+ a year does not mean you are entitled to be a flagrant asshole to your fellow students and hallmates, much less violate the honor code so blatantly. Do you remember signing that slip of paper your first year that said you'd abide by the honor code? I don't care whether you do or not, just stop being a jerk to the rest of us.
I don't care who you are and what your excuses are for being such an inconsiderate bum, but please return the furniture and save Kim and the rest of us the humiliation of a room search.
Please return the furniture?
|Date:||September 17th, 2005 06:27 pm (UTC)|| |
Based on my observations, just because she's got an off-campus boyfriend doesn't mean she doesn't also have an on-campus girlfriend. But you're right, the early-morning Exchange bus is no place for perkiness.
I remember That Girl! Happening times, those were, happening times. Don't miss them at all, but I do miss lunch with my big sister... and the pepper packets.
Basically some asshole stole a couch from the TV room. Becuase she thought it was free furniture.
Room searches were threatened.
So the culprits left it in the third floor hallway. My understanding is that she did not live on that floor.
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