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September 06, 2004
You Get What You Need.

You know, I nearly lost it there. I nearly lost my faith in the redeeming qualities of women. After going nearly 18 months fully girlfriend free (6 months because I'm stupid and 12 months because of KU Aerospace), seeing fratboy after assholish frat boy hooking up with dumb girl after slutty dumb girl, I came close to dismissing the belief that what goes around comes around.

But now...

My new roomate is passed out about 2 drinks away from alcohol poisoning because he tried to date two girls at the same time and they found out about one another. He spent nearly all his money trying to get them back, and now he is poor, alone, and drunk, very very very drunk.

I don't mean to revel in the plight of another man...

...but I, my friends, am not.

Posted by Kyle at 01:27 AM | Category: It's my life


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