[ChrisNoF4i]

In the future, please save your kissy college stories for your blog-o-sphere. But good luck on your anthropology final nonetheless.

The following has been reposted with express written consent of the NLIP (National Leage of Insensitive Pricks.) Names would have been changed to protect the innocent, had there been any.

So the psycho shows up for our Sunday night fuckfest; it's the only night she's allowed to come over and see me. I was on the phone at the time trying to score a bag of green, but she didn't care. She sat down and proceeded with a conversation that she must have already had with me, but I didn't care. *Beep* call waiting- so I click over and start talking to Nicole (blonde hotty that I see monday->saturday) tell her I'm busy will call back.

So I click back over, continue with trying to pry some precious smoke out of my buddy's claws. I look up and psycho is flinging my new Barely Legal dvd out of the dvd player with a disgusted look on her face. I grimmace and look away. I give up on the smoke, hang up, and realize psycho just put in a John Mayer dvd from the concert she went to last week, fucking great. I glance at my bubbler and realize I could scrape some resin. I look back up and psycho is sitting singing and crying, fucking great.

I get a nice ball of resin from the bottom of the bubbler, yay! First high-point in the evening. I set it aside, and begin to heat up the knives. She's still crying. Knives are hot, I'm getting excited. I look up and realize that the crying-psycho threw my resin ball away because she thought she was helping clean up! Oh my god! I about killed her. I freak out, start yelling, she continues crying.

So after about a half-hour of her crying and me digging through my nasty garbage can for a ball of resin I'll never find, I hate-fuck her for an hour, go smoke a cig, and fall asleep on the couch, while she stays upstairs. Am I insensitive?