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May 29th, 2006 (07:53 pm)

You know, for all the rants I have heard from Ring-a-Ling about her boyfriend (today's rant is that he is a "sick fuck who needs to see a psychiatrist, go look in the phone book it starts with a p, even though I know you probably think it starts with an s, but it's in the phone book they're all over the city and you need to go look one up because you are a sick fuck, seriously mentally sick in the head"), I have never quite been able to discern whether it is always the same guy that she is talking about, or whether she really just has this much bad luck in the guy department.

I suppose it's none of my business, but honestly, I can't help hearing it, and if I could, believe me, I would. Barring that, after awhile you do start wondering about the full and coherent narrative, you know?


Posted by: Katie (october31st)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)
Jupiter Smack a Bitch

Heee. If I were feeling cruel, I'd start logging all relevant info she provides on her little rants. Then one day when she was particularly aggravating, I'd start yelling out the window back at her. "You know, this reminds me of the guy you were dating in late May! I'm starting to sense a pattern here - maybe the problem is with you! Of course, it's none of my business, but maybe if you weren't advertising to the WHOLE FUCKING STREET...!"

Of course, that's just me. Whenever I do finally snap about something, I go all out ;)

Posted by: Spencer Irving (archaica)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)

Hahah!!! I love it!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 12:36 am (UTC)
you have won the internet


Posted by: Katie (october31st)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 12:48 am (UTC)
coming up milhouse

Twice in a row I get the winning icon! Oh man, everything really is coming up Milhouse Katie XD

*is drunk like whoa*

Posted by: Katie (october31st)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 12:50 am (UTC)
i'm just happy

And yet, despite my tipsiness, you will notice that I am not leaving capslocked comments all over your journal ranting about my exes, or typo-strewn lyrics for NKOTB. Because I, my friend, have Class.

*nods, then briefly loses and regains balance*

Posted by: Baby, I'm gonna do you till you can juggle. (shaysdays)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
Glass Half Full

OMG liek WTF? I m titally dronk now.

(No seriously, I am, but one can still drink and type. So far I've put a bottle and a half away.

Hmmm... maybe I should be more worried than proud, but you know, we all have our talents.)

Posted by: DK (dk_valentine)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 01:48 pm (UTC)

*envies your drunk typing skills*

Seriously, I don't even need to be *drunk* to lose the ability to type - a few sips of wine'll do it.

Posted by: kokopellinelli (kokopellinelli)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)

Your Ring-a-Ling encounters leave me so amused, I've friended you. So, hi. Checking in.

Posted by: starcat_jewel (starcat_jewel)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 07:30 am (UTC)

Somebody metaquoted this, and I came over to offer sympathies. I remember a few incidents from my college days, including one very drunk freshman who was SERENADING his ex, who lived 1 floor down and a few rooms over from me, at 2AM. Apparently she had company for the evening and someone had been unwise enough to tell him so...

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 01:27 pm (UTC)

Hah, I didn't even know it had been metaed! But... oooww. *Deliberate* serenades, like serenades specifically aimed at being heard by a resident of your building, would be even worse than the drunken yowling I get from Ring-a-Ling (whose name comes from a very loud rendition of "Silver Bells" that she attempted to sing drunkenly 'round about Christmas, when she couldn't remember any of the words except "ring-a-ling").

I mean, seriously. Who tries to remind his straying ex of her love for him with a drunken serenade?!

Posted by: starcat_jewel (starcat_jewel)
Posted at: May 31st, 2006 02:33 am (UTC)

"Drunken freshman" really tells you all you need to know about that one. I should point out that this was an upperclass dorm* -- and he came and went several times over the course of the evening, always moving on by the time campus security came around. Eventually I got annoyed enough to cuss him up one side and down the other from my window, which earned me a few unpleasant names... and multiple thank-yous from other women on the hall the following day!

* During the first couple of months of the school year, the upperclass guys would descend like feeding sharks on the "fresh meat" freshman women. A few of the freshman men had enough snap to recognize that this was their chance to get cozy with the upperclass women who were being (at least temporarily) ignored! Sadly, it didn't always end well, as my story attests.

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Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)

Ha! I remember once I was on a long bus ride, sitting right near two women who were going on in very loud voices about the most soap-operaish story I'd ever heard. It involved a guy named Rock and a girl named Aphrodite, and Aphrodite had a sister named Melanie, and Rock was messing with both of them, but then Melanie's and Aphrodite's mother got into the mess somehow, I think she threatened Rock, and the police got involved, which was a problem because one of the parties involved was hooking or dealing drugs or something, I forget. And it was all very delicious. (I did a Google later to see if it was a soap opera, and, no, it wasn't.) So I'm sitting there, trying to pretend I'm not listening...

...and the girl sitting next to me, a stranger to me and also to the women in the conversation, leans across my seat to say to the women "OH NO HE DITN'T! Did she smack him?"

And instead of giving her the evil eye or telling her to butt out, one of them shakes her head sorrowfully and the other one goes "I KNOW!" And from then on the conversation was between the three of them, with the girl next to me nodding animatedly and occasionally inserting commentary of the "O RLY?" "YA RLY" "NO WAI!" variety.

It was awesome.

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Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 30th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)

Good Lord, that IS a soap opera.

The only human defenestration we had when I was in college was a guy who fell out a second-story window, but was so drunk when he did it that he didn't feel it. That was pretty impressive.

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