He filed a report with Campus Police because I watched too much Dexter.
A few little comments about cutting him up into pieces, putting them in garbage bags filled with rocks, and then sinking 'em off my boat, and he goes crying to Public Safety.
What a bitch.
But in all seriousness, he was fully aware that I was referencing Dexter, whether or not he thought I was actually going to do these things (never mind the fact I don't have the tools to cut through bones, nearly enough garbage bags, a car OR a boat with which to even dispose of him properly). And for all the things he's done to me, I've never once said anything except to our R.A., and even still I didn't ask him to do anything about it.
So I had these fucking gadje shadogs all up in my shit, asking me questions, digging through my shit, taking my nearly kicked bottle of vo (my neologism for vodka) and all my fucking knives, razors, and blades.
I'm kinda pissed, not gonna lie. What little respect I had for him is officially lost. And here I thought I was rooming with a man, not a fucking pansy girly baby.
If it wasn't so illegal, or if I wasn't kinda under surveillance, I would challenge him to a duel RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
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Murder-Fight, bitches.
That's straight up....niggardly. Didn't even have the cajones to confront you about it?
I say change em. You're a sophie right now, can't you?
yeah but the thing is it's 2 and a half fucking weeks left of school.
Lord knows I'VE thought about moving out, but seriously, 2 and a half weeks?
What a pus he is.
And to think, I used to think we were friends.
Now I see him for what he is: a coward and a dog.
You know what? He doesn't even deserve a duel. Dueling is a way for GENTLEMEN to solve their problems. But he's no better than a mongrel, for which whippings and canings are reserved, and I'm sure Andrew Jackson would agree with me.
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