  Between 4.05 and about 4.40, I woke up eight times. EIGHT. What is going on, Mr Sandman, what? Did I forget to pay my bill? It's weird that I kept falling back asleep, and then waking up in such incredibly short intervals. Stupid body, I'll get the last laugh... A friend of mine recently went to Alabama to deflower a largish, not-so-attractive virgin, who lives in a trailer.
Sounds like a joke or something. They met on the internet. He is taken aback by her honesty and generosity. So, he's at a loss, whether or not to maintain a Jerry-worthy long distance romance with the duckling, or let this one drift off into cyberspace. Classic case, I'm supposing, of appearences versus personality. Tough call.
I mean, it's all wonderful to be non-superfical and say looks don't matter; but sometimes, I wonder if any of us are capable of ignoring a lack of chemistry in a relationship. Oh, and, apparently, her family is going to get a large hunk of coin for settling out of court on a medical malpractice case. I take the joke thing back, it sounds like the beginning of a sitcom. Good people, says my friend, the Deflowerer. And you thought your life was interesting. Kurt had to re-fax that vital bit of info again, because, well, it got lost again.
Considering the situation, The Powers That Be allowed him to fax the info to an actual person's office this time. Said person is supposed to phone us tomorrow with when we can expect it. I'm not going to hold my breath. Kurt also had a meeting with Pam yesterday, concerning the fact that Kurt hasn't got books yet. The plan was to politely ask to be able to put the books on account, and she upbraided him for using the bursary money to pay the car payment rather than buy his books. Kept on repeating "You had no right,".
I'm concerned that we somehow got Kurt into trouble for misappropriation of funds, or something. At least we didn't spend it on smack. It must be the time of year; two groups of friends are having moderate to severe roomate woes. In both cases, it comes down to space, and comfort levels. I'm extremely thankful I never had such issues with my roomates; most of the time it was butting heads over what to cook for supper, what music to listen to, or whose turn it was to do the dishes. (I remember once my parents came to visit.
They did the dishes. It was awesome. ) Mojo to the warring factions; here's to peaceful co-existance, re-unification and mature ways of dealing with another's needs. 
