Rude roommates, sadly, are the rule, not the exception. But your actions are inexcusable, even if they were prompted by overwrought (and overrated) folk music. When next you encounter such surly behavior, we suggest you resort to something other than petty burglary. We predict that you will similarly lose all of your favorite CDs in a nasty break-up someday, if not already.
Dear Karma Cleanser:
It was the first weekend back to school and of course, we were partying. My friend and I later went back to his room, a little tipsy. I felt sorry for him in a way: He was 20 and still a virgin in all senses of the word -- he still hadn't even kissed anyone. So, even though I wasn't attracted to him, we started making out. He hadn't shaved in a day and his face was all scratchy. He really didn't know what he was doing and ended up rubbing my face raw. I didn't realize that it was so bad until the next day when my chin scabbed over. I was so pissed -- back to school and looking like a freak -- that I didn't talk to him for a week. I felt bad because he thought I was rejecting him after the kiss, but really I was just mad about a big ol' scabby face.
Scabs are never sexy, but neither are pity fucks. Just say no to both.
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Been bad? Send your confessions, questions and dirty little indiscretions to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Because they are super-duper horny, of course.
Hoping he cleaned his pooh hammer before hand