I shot the dramallama but I didn't shoot the deputy.
Ladies, if you're listening... please, oh please don't act interested in a guy for a couple weeks, hit on him all night, dance suggestively with him, walk around campus with his arm around you for half and hour, and over the course of eight seconds have him turn into a nonentity and talk with some other schmuck about fucking vitamins and holistic hippie medicine for two and a half hours (Yeah, dude, those guys that had you eat powdered eggs at boyscout camp really SHOULD have been "fucking shot" for not providing you with a balanced, vitamin-enriched meal.)
In short I'm not going to try to rape you just because you had two shots of alcohol three hours ago.
For future reference, just stop before you start, and it'll make late-night drunken angst-conversations with fellow romantic failures that much shorter.
Also, the only thing I hate more than angsting is angsting about angsting about angsting ad infinitum.
P.S. On another note, ladies, also try not to be so damn cool, so damn interesting, and so damn "you're really just my friend." Because you're so much cooler than psycho-girl up there.
In short I'm not going to try to rape you just because you had two shots of alcohol three hours ago.
For future reference, just stop before you start, and it'll make late-night drunken angst-conversations with fellow romantic failures that much shorter.
Also, the only thing I hate more than angsting is angsting about angsting about angsting ad infinitum.
P.S. On another note, ladies, also try not to be so damn cool, so damn interesting, and so damn "you're really just my friend." Because you're so much cooler than psycho-girl up there.