LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAHAHAHA OH WTF YES.
XDDD I just woke up. My day is awesome. But allow me to tell you the story of my last eight months, and also my two or three days.
This will be worth your while. Read this teal deer. Lulz ahead.
My roommate. Oh my roommate. You remember? Very first weekend of college. Got drunk? Got CAUGHT? Wow. Special. Next step? Wrote on a few of our walls with sharpie! Permanent stuff! Oh, and acrylic paint?! That'll come off easy. With a power sander. How about putting wax on the stove and going to sleep? SMOKE STAINS ON THE KITCHEN CEILING GUYS. And we can't forget the GIANT SPLATTER OF VARNISH that covers the pathway in front of our door, plus the door too? My, my.
Nevermind the usual roommate stuff that I can get annoyed by but would have eventually forgiven- leaving the light on all night, music too loud, the lulz barricade she set up in the center of the room, locking me out, smoking pot? You know.
A while before spring break, she got sick with mono and apparently had to go home. It was quite lovely. You wouldn't believe how fast our apartment shaped up. Really. I'm not just being mean. It was tangible.
Well the bliss couldn't last (see, now I'm being mean). Then she was back after spring break. Same old, same old. Oh, except after a while she stopped going to classes because she was like, always here. And I did feel a little bad for my alarm clocks always going off while she was trying to sleep.
Well, about three days ago, I overhear (we share a room dammit, I can't help these things) a phone convo where she directs someone from the highway to our dorm. Then these two guys show up. Sort of older guys-- still college students probably. Next day, they're still here. Oh, and all her stuff is packed up. So i figure she's probably dropping out. Sweet. Then yesterday morning I wake up and there are these loud, nasty sounds coming from the living room. Oh great. Oh, and when I got up later, one of the guys was in her bed. In our room. Great.
So I figured it was time I wasn't home for a while. I escaped to Sam's from noon to one am or so last night. On the way back in, I ran into Chinny in the gatehouse, and decided to work there. But I needed my tablet, so I went and stopped in. Oh, ~fantastic~. Our entire apartment reeks of pot! If an RCA showed up, she'd get busted! And we'd all get into trouble again! Well, snagged my tablet and proceeded to keep working until nine this morning, when I finished my project and Chinny and I agreed it was definitely time for sleeping in beds, not the gatehouse floor.
Sos I get home. The good news is that the pot smell is gone. Dunno how they did it, don't care. But... hey! WTF is up with my room?! Like... my pop cans are knocked over into my bed and onto the floor, and my desk lamp too? Well... nothing broken, no real damage done. Another invasion of privacy? I just really didn't care anymore. Went the hell to sleep.
And now it's 1 pm. got up. Oh, there's a letter from my dad on my desk. One of my roomies must have brought it in. Turned it over...
L. M. A. O.
Oh wow. LULZ.
And of course, I checked, and yes, she has moved out. Oh, and she left the damage deposit sheet where she declared responsibility for all that shit from earlier.
But back to this note. I think I might frame it or something. I mean, WOW.
Let's analyze this.
"Dear les troll,"
Les? What could that mean? Was it supposed to be "dearless?" like the opposite of "dear?" Was it really supposed to be like, "the" in French? "Dear the troll"? Is this a new breed of troll? The Lestroll or Les Troll? Like on the 1nt3rw3b5!? THE WORLD, MAY NEVER KNOW.
Update: Our ace researcher Chinny believes this may be obscure slang for "lesbian". Further lulz! (Okay mebbie that was sorta obvious, whatever). Probably couldn't spell "Lesbian". All those complicated letters and vowels?
"Fuck you!"
Yeah that's hard to mess up.
"Your a bitch,"
Wrong "your". Try "you're", you know, like "YOU ARE?" EXCEPT SHORTER?
"pokemon is over,"
Pfft! Foolish girl! Pokemon is NEVER OVER. Hasn't the anime taught you ANYTHING? Well, the figurines on my desk and my giant pokemon bedspread certainly don't indicate any current fans then. <3
Update: Upon further study, we have decided that these runes actually decipher to "pokemen is over". We have declared this a meme. Spread it.
"Quit being fury."
Well you ended your last statement with a comma so technically you don't need to capitalize "quit". Now let's see.... quit being... "fury"? Oh, could she mean... "FURRY"? Yes. Adding "y" to "fur" clearly makes "furry". I mean, this isn't even a technical term! When you use "furry" in a sentence (Look at that furry dog!), you spell it with two rs! NOWAI. Not like the title is any different. In fact... I think "f" "u" "r" "y" makes another word. Like... FURY? Lulz! I AM FURY INCARNATE, GUYS! FEAR ME! FEARRRR MEEEEEE!!!
Ah, that was fun. So very fun. Thanks for reading. I'm going to go frolic in the dandelions now.
Thanks for a fun year Ann! I'll miss you too!
-K out. <3
This will be worth your while. Read this teal deer. Lulz ahead.
My roommate. Oh my roommate. You remember? Very first weekend of college. Got drunk? Got CAUGHT? Wow. Special. Next step? Wrote on a few of our walls with sharpie! Permanent stuff! Oh, and acrylic paint?! That'll come off easy. With a power sander. How about putting wax on the stove and going to sleep? SMOKE STAINS ON THE KITCHEN CEILING GUYS. And we can't forget the GIANT SPLATTER OF VARNISH that covers the pathway in front of our door, plus the door too? My, my.
Nevermind the usual roommate stuff that I can get annoyed by but would have eventually forgiven- leaving the light on all night, music too loud, the lulz barricade she set up in the center of the room, locking me out, smoking pot? You know.
A while before spring break, she got sick with mono and apparently had to go home. It was quite lovely. You wouldn't believe how fast our apartment shaped up. Really. I'm not just being mean. It was tangible.
Well the bliss couldn't last (see, now I'm being mean). Then she was back after spring break. Same old, same old. Oh, except after a while she stopped going to classes because she was like, always here. And I did feel a little bad for my alarm clocks always going off while she was trying to sleep.
Well, about three days ago, I overhear (we share a room dammit, I can't help these things) a phone convo where she directs someone from the highway to our dorm. Then these two guys show up. Sort of older guys-- still college students probably. Next day, they're still here. Oh, and all her stuff is packed up. So i figure she's probably dropping out. Sweet. Then yesterday morning I wake up and there are these loud, nasty sounds coming from the living room. Oh great. Oh, and when I got up later, one of the guys was in her bed. In our room. Great.
So I figured it was time I wasn't home for a while. I escaped to Sam's from noon to one am or so last night. On the way back in, I ran into Chinny in the gatehouse, and decided to work there. But I needed my tablet, so I went and stopped in. Oh, ~fantastic~. Our entire apartment reeks of pot! If an RCA showed up, she'd get busted! And we'd all get into trouble again! Well, snagged my tablet and proceeded to keep working until nine this morning, when I finished my project and Chinny and I agreed it was definitely time for sleeping in beds, not the gatehouse floor.
Sos I get home. The good news is that the pot smell is gone. Dunno how they did it, don't care. But... hey! WTF is up with my room?! Like... my pop cans are knocked over into my bed and onto the floor, and my desk lamp too? Well... nothing broken, no real damage done. Another invasion of privacy? I just really didn't care anymore. Went the hell to sleep.
And now it's 1 pm. got up. Oh, there's a letter from my dad on my desk. One of my roomies must have brought it in. Turned it over...
L. M. A. O.
Oh wow. LULZ.
And of course, I checked, and yes, she has moved out. Oh, and she left the damage deposit sheet where she declared responsibility for all that shit from earlier.
But back to this note. I think I might frame it or something. I mean, WOW.
Let's analyze this.
"Dear les troll,"
Les? What could that mean? Was it supposed to be "dearless?" like the opposite of "dear?" Was it really supposed to be like, "the" in French? "Dear the troll"? Is this a new breed of troll? The Lestroll or Les Troll? Like on the 1nt3rw3b5!? THE WORLD, MAY NEVER KNOW.
Update: Our ace researcher Chinny believes this may be obscure slang for "lesbian". Further lulz! (Okay mebbie that was sorta obvious, whatever). Probably couldn't spell "Lesbian". All those complicated letters and vowels?
"Fuck you!"
Yeah that's hard to mess up.
"Your a bitch,"
Wrong "your". Try "you're", you know, like "YOU ARE?" EXCEPT SHORTER?
"pokemon is over,"
Pfft! Foolish girl! Pokemon is NEVER OVER. Hasn't the anime taught you ANYTHING? Well, the figurines on my desk and my giant pokemon bedspread certainly don't indicate any current fans then. <3
Update: Upon further study, we have decided that these runes actually decipher to "pokemen is over". We have declared this a meme. Spread it.
"Quit being fury."
Well you ended your last statement with a comma so technically you don't need to capitalize "quit". Now let's see.... quit being... "fury"? Oh, could she mean... "FURRY"? Yes. Adding "y" to "fur" clearly makes "furry". I mean, this isn't even a technical term! When you use "furry" in a sentence (Look at that furry dog!), you spell it with two rs! NOWAI. Not like the title is any different. In fact... I think "f" "u" "r" "y" makes another word. Like... FURY? Lulz! I AM FURY INCARNATE, GUYS! FEAR ME! FEARRRR MEEEEEE!!!
Ah, that was fun. So very fun. Thanks for reading. I'm going to go frolic in the dandelions now.
Thanks for a fun year Ann! I'll miss you too!
-K out. <3