The more I think about this, the more I'm honestly curious as to what exactly would prompt her to use the words "freaked out." Not "offended." Not even "bothered." "Freaked out," as though there was something truly scary in their content, something that could actually pose her a danger. It is as though poster!Utena was going to grab hold of poster!Anthy's poster!tit!sword and stab Becca in her sleep
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She seems to be missing the whole idea of roommate COMMUNICATION. Also, Nick, you amuse me.
I got it! The problem! Ok, so she's freaked out by lesbian cartoon porn, right? Think about it. Men who are homophobic tend to be homosexuals themselves, right? She won't verbalize what her problem is, instead running off in tears. She finds stupid little reasons to pick on you. Maybe she has a crush on you! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Or... she's just a psycho.
Arrrrgh. Do they have words in South Dakota? I realize how limiting language can be to express feelings sometimes, but it's still the best way to, y'know, actually get her problems heard and dealt with. If she can't freaking say it, how are you supposed to... arrrrrgh! (My frustration with her is causing me to overuse italics ^_^)
I hate the idea that you're going to become one of those roommate horror stories--you, of all people, really don't deserve that! I hope Becca's next roommate eats her food, borrows her clothes and towels without asking and stains them, walks in on Becca changing or using the bathroom and acts like that's a normal thing to do, plays death metal at all hours and has sex on Becca's bed. Repeatedly. With women. A little perspective would do the bitch good ^_^
Heh heh. I appreciate your support. As it stands, I don't much mind becoming a roommate horror story, since I feel very little guilt in this situation and it has become crystal clear that Neal doesn't blame me, either. My one regret is the loss of my carpet.
Also, it's good to hear that you guys are back safely. I'm sorry my phone was off when you called last night.
No worries. I figured everyone was fine anyway ("you lose" notwithstanding), and confirmed it once I got my Internet working and saw people's posts and such. Also, the gray rug that was in my bunkroom last year is still at my parents' house if you want me to ask about it. Might be a bit big, but it's a decent enough rug and all.
Hey, that would be great! If my memories of that rug are at all accurate, I think that might work really well. Would you rather sell it to me or lend it to me?
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I got it! The problem!
Ok, so she's freaked out by lesbian cartoon porn, right?
Think about it. Men who are homophobic tend to be homosexuals themselves, right?
She won't verbalize what her problem is, instead running off in tears.
She finds stupid little reasons to pick on you.
Maybe she has a crush on you! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Or... she's just a psycho.
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She said she didn't mind the Noir posters, right? This could be why.
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I hate the idea that you're going to become one of those roommate horror stories--you, of all people, really don't deserve that! I hope Becca's next roommate eats her food, borrows her clothes and towels without asking and stains them, walks in on Becca changing or using the bathroom and acts like that's a normal thing to do, plays death metal at all hours and has sex on Becca's bed. Repeatedly. With women. A little perspective would do the bitch good ^_^
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Also, it's good to hear that you guys are back safely. I'm sorry my phone was off when you called last night.
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And thanks for the cartoon... makes me happy... or heppy... or hippy... or whatever it was... OH! Hoppy! It was Hoppy! Right?
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