I'd moved into a flat with a load of strangers at uni and I was doing something with red dye and one of the girls I was living with knocked my arm and I spilt it all over the tablecloth and at first I was like "For fuck's sake!" but then I was like "It's cool, no worries" but she tried to blame me for it and denied she knocked my arm and I was cleaning up the red dye and stuff and she wasn't even helping! So I was kind of pissed off about that, but then everyone had a go at me for fighting with a girl and I was like "But it was her fault!" but no one believed me. Then the whole thing seemed to have blown over but *then* I heard rumours that people were bitching behind my back about it so I stormed into the flat and shouted "LET'S GET PROGRESSIVE!" and everyone hated me :(