I said I wouldn't spam, but

[themeletor]

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, PEOPLE.

I tried to go to bed around 11:30, as the drunken revelry had quieted down and/or moved off our floor. And I was tired, or at least, bored.

That was approximately when some chick, drunk as a fucking fish, settled herself in the bathroom (with which I, damn it all to hell, share a wall), and started just moaning. It developed a sort of cadence... and then she started vomiting. Has been at that for at least the past half an hour... there have been many "euw"s and one "oh god I just sat in pee"...

and really, I'm a kind and charitable soul. On the whole. And if I actually knew this girl, I'd be out there helping her. But I don't know her, I don't know where she goes, and right now she's best positioned over a toilet anyway, the poor dear.



I. AM NEVER. GOING. TO DRINK. (actually, recognizing that a) it is a social experience, and b) it's not all about barfing and bitching, I should qualify that statement with GIVEN MY MEDS, IF I DRINK I WILL DIE. THE LACK OF MIDNIGHT CHUNKS-BLOWING IS JUST A PERK)

Thank you.
Now my dorm smells like alcohol and puke.
I can only imagine what the hallway, or god-forbid the bathroom, is like.

[ETA: Apparently, she is not in the bathroom, as she is continually insisting that those who are trying to get her to the bathroom "shut the fuck up" -- YAY BECAUSE NOW I'M TOTALLY GOING TO WANT TO FACE A PUKEY FLOOR IN THE MORNING. Fuckit.]

Comments

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

I mean, I really do feel bad for not helping her. But in the end, I think it's better that she got the help from her roommates, who knew how to deal with it and were prepared to take her argument, rather than myself who is a weenie.

It was annoying at first, and then it was amusing, and then it was just sad. And now? I am tired, and cannot sleep, and hence it is pissing me the hell off. --speaking of, I like your wordplay, there. Clever.

*sigh* the only thing making this night worthwhile is the fact that I can flip through pretty Jim Lee artwork and read Joker and Harley do the Ridiculously-Evil-Villain Thing.

......how crazy does it make you when the Joker makes you happy?

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

Oh. It's certainly not anything for you to be guilty about. And like you said, she's got her roomies helping her. It's not as though she's head-butting the wall, or anything... ?

Just keep reading. You're bound to just doze off, eventually. (And yay for cleverness! I was long overdue)

The Joker makes Harley happy... And she's not 'technically' insane. Hmmm... Or perhaps she's just a bit touched in the head. I can't say, really, that he makes me 'happy'.. but I'm definitely insane.. So I think the two are separate.

The real question is how does he make you happy? "Hehe. He just killed that rube!" happy.. or.. "God that golden smile turns me on!" happy?

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

Not that I was aware of. But then again, I just recently learned that this was all happening literally inches from my door, so.

If I doze off, it will be on the couch, hence unhappying the roomie. I have no reading lamp... *flaildiewhine*

Harls is just a cutie. *is going to try for a Harley costume for Halloween*

...um... *shifty eyes* how wrong and scary would it be to say 'both'? (but you should here what a crazy!muse he was being this afternoon... O.o.O.O.o.o.O.)

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

...face to the fucking palm, dude.

that said "hear".

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

Ooooh! He's a muse? Well! In that case, it's not at all odd/scary/crazy that he makes you happy. I suppose there's an eerie, sardonically clever sort of charm about him.. And I 'do' enjoy terrible jokes, which he has in spades.

That would be a fun costume! You'll have to post pictures of it, should you make it. And can you tell me what colour her hair is? It's been driving me nuts trying to figure it out, as she's got a cameo in my Crane ficathon story.