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cacoethes carpendi: a compulsive habit for finding fault

What the fuck?

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Ok, I just came home from class and there is a bouquet of red roses and a box of Hershey's pot of gold chocolates on my desk. Clearly from an individual who does not know me well, given that I: 1)hate, hate, hate red roses 2)hate Hershey's chocolate.

Who did this? So far, my only suspect is my roommate. There is no card.

Maybe these are from Ben? Kind of as a "fuck you, you cunt" Valentine's day homage? I don't know how he would know my new address, though. I don't think they're from Stephen either, this is just not his style. I have to point to my roommate. There is no one else.

I hope he doesn't think he's getting anything out of this. I have half a mind to give these away to the nice elderly lady next door. She's very sweet and welcomed me into the building, and I bet these would make her day. Right now, they are just sitting on my desk, mocking me, driving me crazy.

Posted by C at 1:01 PM

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