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[iamkurogane]

Classes are fine. 
Idiot keeps rearranging our room--why can't he get it thought his head that I don't want to sleep that close to him?
Also. That dog ate the ridiculous piece of cake the idiot was trying to make me eat. ... I want to trade my roommate in for it. The dog. Not the cake.
Most of the people in the martial arts club are fuckwits.

Comments

[leatherzombie]

Sounds like a pain.

[iamkurogane]

Figure that out all by yourself?

[leatherzombie]

I guess, yeah.

[iamkurogane]

Hang on, let me applaud.

[leatherzombie]

Go ahead.

[iamkurogane]

I did, fuckwit.

[leatherzombie]

Good for you.

[iamkurogane]

Yeah, thanks.

[leatherzombie]

You're not welcome.

[iamkurogane]

Wow. What rhetoric.

[leatherzombie]

Not as much as you.

[iamkurogane]

Yeah. Good luck.

[leatherzombie]

For what.

[iamkurogane]

Never mind.

[leatherzombie]

Right.