the people that can't take a hint

November 20, 2001, 02:37 pm

A long time ago, in an apartment far, far away... jerkface used to live with this "fellow" named Edward. Edward is an unusually loud and obnoxious person, and I'm very surprised that jerkface would ever think, "Hey, it'll probably be okay if I room with him. He can't be that bad, can he?" But it turns out that Edward really is that bad. So when their lease expired, jerkface made the right decision and moved into an apartment with me. (take that!)

Unfortunately, Edward didn't realize that they were no longer friends. So Edward called around and finally found our number. Then he'd call every few months and I'd say, "jerkface isn't here right now" or "he's sleeping". And then Edward somehow found out where we lived and he would randomly show up and bother us.

We moved and changed phone numbers once again and Edward somehow discovered our phone number. But this time, jerkface told him flat out:

Edward, this calling-me-every-six-months is way too frequent. Oh, and also, I don't like you. And I don't care to explain why, because you wouldn't get it anyway.
When jerkface emailed me about this, he said, "Glad that's finally over." Me too, jerkface; me too...



Only 14 hours left in this ebay auction, with ME as the high bidder, damnit. I can almost taste that firebrand SG now...