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Tuesday, 9 November 2004 13:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_bit_of_wit_2The fucking prick just had the balls to lock me out of my own room. I go out of my room for a sec to joke with John, and what does he do? The sorry little ingrate locks me out of my room. I tell him to open the fucking door, and he's like, "why should I? Why should I be polite? You haven't been from the day you got here." This was 1 PM, a few minutes ago. He's now become childish, locking me out of my own room.
K: (after he opened the door) Try being polite, you little fruitcake.
B: Blow me.
K: That's your girlfriend's job...oh, wait, she almost vomited on it.
He's trying to sleep--he went to bed just after 9 this morning, shortly after I woke. However, too fucking bad. I wasn't up all night playing. I'm not putting on headphones--I won't observe common courtesy: it's the middle of the fucking day. I refuse to be quiet during the day when we are all awake.
K: (after he opened the door) Try being polite, you little fruitcake.
B: Blow me.
K: That's your girlfriend's job...oh, wait, she almost vomited on it.
He's trying to sleep--he went to bed just after 9 this morning, shortly after I woke. However, too fucking bad. I wasn't up all night playing. I'm not putting on headphones--I won't observe common courtesy: it's the middle of the fucking day. I refuse to be quiet during the day when we are all awake.
