So.

My roommate just essentially told me that she doesn't want to live with me anymore and she doesn't want to be friends anymore.

I
No words.

 

Was it sparked by anything? lol

Did you eat her cupcakes or something?

 

That's kind of what happens when you have drunken sex with me on her bed.

It was probably all the vomit that got to her.

 

Nulla e reale; tutto e lecito. Requiescat in pace.

kill her

 

Awwwwww.........

 

No. I have no idea what brought this on, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid my campus has a no violence policy.

 

Tell her you love her.

See what happens.

 

The best way to solve problems is always to create sexual tension.

 

I don't think creating sexual tension works in serious situations.
Just fyi.

 

Who implied that it was sexual?

Love means different things.

This site is full of perverts.

 

There. Fixed.

 

Even saying I loved her in a completely platonic way would do nothing, probably.
Also I'm kinda upset with her. I do not love her at this moment, whether platonicaly or otherwise.

I ought to pop you one for that.

 

Cliff got filled in?

 

More like I'm too depressed to go find it right now.
Punching you in the face seems more satisfying and faster at the moment.

 

I see. Well I do truly empathize with you. I hope things get better.

 

Steal her credit card. Buy yourself a PS3. Problem solved.

 

C'mon Fearless, we're just trying to cheer you up. This site runs on happy faces!

No, seriously it does. I looked the behind-the-scenes stuff on KHV and found out it has some kind of happiness meter. If it fall to low, the site has database errors 5ever!

 

Maybe if she had a credit card.
Or if I was a thief.

I know, I appreciate it.

Wait, srsly? F*ck man I better get my sh*t together, I provide 25% of the happy around here.

 

It runs on smiles, not happiness. As long as we wear the mask, it'll be okay. I promise.

 

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!



This is like my favorite poem ever, btw.