This was pretty much the stuff that shitty horror films are made of. My life has become a cliche.
Last year, I was friends with a 6'8'' 300lb gay freakshow, who was an alcoholic, drug addict, and extremely manipulative. He crashed my car while drunk and convinced me it was my fault. He formed a club (a club for fuck's sake--we're in college) and didn't include me, even though I was his "best friend"--since I gave him my 2nd set of car keys, and when I tried to get them back he threatened me. I'm 5'4'' and female. Yeah.

So when I basically criticized him for getting drunk on campus (he was underage), shoving some guy, smashing his fist into a wall, then forcing all his fag-hags to pet his wounded paw--and refusing to apologize for my criticism--he tried to form a coup against me. In his puny mind, this meant getting his fag-hags and him to harass me in my own dorm building, even threatening me when I walked towards the RA's door.

I went to the dean--and he eventually got kicked out for drinking, pot, and a 0.5 GPA.

When fall of this year rolled around, I was walking out of class with a friend, noting that autumn made me nervous. He laughed and asked why, and I said it was because it was about the time the 300lb Fairy Princess crashed my Jeep. He consoled me by saying there was no way he could ever come back.

So he went back to his dorm to sleep, and I headed towards my class--

--and there was Tub O'Love. Surrounded by fag-hags happy for his glorious return.

I pulled a 180 and ran faster than I ever have in my goddamn life.
(I gave my ice cream to a shark, so I milked a cat mew mew moo, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:34, Reply)