GIP.

[clo_again]

Also it's official: there is no way the sex-mad fresher thinks we can't hear her. No one could believe those sort of screams could go unheard. Which begs the uncomfortable questions: does she want us to overhear her (ew) and if so, why (potential double ew) OR -- more comfortingly, because then we can rest assured of her bastardly nature -- does she simply not care?

It makes me sad to sully my shiny new icon with Sullen-Fresher Annoyance. Woe.

Comments

[cyprinella]

You could always bring her tea afterwards and say something like "I thought after your performance there your throat might be a bit sore."

[clo.livejournal.com]

That is getting more tempting with every repeat performance. She doesn't talk to us anyway, so it couldn't make meeting her in the kitchen any more uncomfortable than it already is.

Vengeance by tea. Mmmmmm. Is there nothing tea can't do?

[dukedee.livejournal.com]

You misse an M from the band name.

[dukedee.livejournal.com]

lol, and I missed a d from my comment. Ooops!

[clo.livejournal.com]

*cracks up* Ah poetic justice. ^__~

[dukedee.livejournal.com]

I know. that lol was for real. :-D

[chickybee32.livejournal.com]

Personally, I vote you organize a bunch of people to wait outside her door and then when the boyfriend leaves cheer, give him a large round of applause.

[clo.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how much I wish my flatmates were more like the Inmates. Just imagining you and Lilly and Katie and everyone all gathered outside Fresher's door waiting to make snarky remarks... is gives me warm fuzzies. :D Also if the applause failed, we probably have quite a collection of sledgehammers and sharp pointy things between us...

(Or we could trade her for Really Cool Boots. We totally could.)