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Goddamn neanderthals.
Jan. 15th, 2002 04:01 pmAfter being woken up at 12:30 am and 1:30 am by people yelling, screaming, and throwing eggs at one another in the college quad, I wrote a polite note on the whiteboard this morning:
"Please don't yell & scream after 11 pm, some of us are trying to sleep."
The response, added on the whiteboard?
"May I suggest earplugs or medication or a sharp blow to that thick skull of yours?"
Fucking cavemen. I love the way suggestions of violence are still considered acceptable discourse. No matter how many times I get reminded of that, it depresses me every time.
Buuut.... I know who wrote it. And, AFAIK, he doesn't know that I know.
And it would be so easy to give him a wake-up call in the middle of the night.
That angel by my left ear isn't saying much these days.
"Please don't yell & scream after 11 pm, some of us are trying to sleep."
The response, added on the whiteboard?
"May I suggest earplugs or medication or a sharp blow to that thick skull of yours?"
Fucking cavemen. I love the way suggestions of violence are still considered acceptable discourse. No matter how many times I get reminded of that, it depresses me every time.
Buuut.... I know who wrote it. And, AFAIK, he doesn't know that I know.
And it would be so easy to give him a wake-up call in the middle of the night.
That angel by my left ear isn't saying much these days.
