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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: 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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