Nov. 28, 2007

What's that doing on the floor. I don't remember taking my bra off in the living room. Maybe
Tom started the laundry. No; no clothes in the wash.
Well that's weird.
Where is Tom? Oh my god, what if he is having an affair? Only she's wearing my bra.
Maybe its not my bra, it's a look alike. Where is that sound coming from. My Tom is feeling some
bitch up in my bed to...."Spice Girls?" Oh my god, oh my god.
Should I go and like, catch them? What if they're doing it doing it?
Maybe I could just crack the do..door...a little bit.
"Tom oh my god, what the fuck are you doing in my thong?"
"Stacey."
"Why is there pink scarves on the lights?"
Oh my god. Do you have eyeliner on?
"Stacey."
"Did you do the laundry?"
"What, no Stacey hold..."
"My bra, it was in the living room. Is the slut in the bathroom?"
"Huh; no, what slut?"
"The slut your having sex with."
"Stacey, no it's....there's no one there, you can open all the doors."
"Well then what the hell are you...Oh my god."
"Stace."
"Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god. Are you gay?"

Kay Greenfield


"What’s that doing on the floor?"
Against the dark blue carpet, it stood out like beacon. Helen Parr wasn’t particularly angry about the bright green condom on her floor. Sure, that was gross and it did piss her off, but that wasn’t the main reason she felt like ripping her roommates head off.
"What’s what?" asked Leslie, not taking her eyes away from painting her toenails a bright red.
"Uh, the neon green condom laying on my side of the room covered in god knows what! Leslie, shit! It’s already hardening into the carpet!"

Chrissy Faye