called it. called the fucking hell out of it, if i may say so.
posted by anne @ 4:27 PM
aleatory contract
my own personal Waterloo
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I was just saying the same thing -- about something else entirely, I bet. In my case I'd rather be wrong. But I wasn't. So I can trust my reads of situations for a little while longer, at least.
i was typing up an angry explanatory post, but yeah, unless your worthless, sponging jerkoff of a roommate just utterly fucked you over, you're probably thinking of something else. and i hope you're wrong, if that's your preference. hell, i've been thinking this -- and been hoping i'd be proven wrong -- since last november.
My condolences, for the nasty edge the last few months must've had. It's been awhile since I had a roommate time bomb go off. I hope the blast marks come out of the upholstery quickly.
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