Em: S, handle your underpants on the floor of the bathroom, please.
S: Oh, no! Sorry. I forgot about those. Sorry, sorry.
Em: It's ok. It's just that I've never seen dudes' underpants before and my innocence is ruined and gone forever, it's ok.
S: Bullshit. You don't have any innocence and sometimes I think I'm the only one in his house that knows it.
So help me god, Emily, you best be on your tumblr in class right now.
Come get pancakes with me and Johnna at Silver Diner after class.
We desire breakfast…at 9pm.
Ladies and gentlemen and those of you for whom the binary is restrictive or otherwise inaccurate: Library School.
Or: Man did I ever pick the wrong night to stay home…
do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
S: You're back early.
N: I fucking forgot my fucking PIN and the barber shop I wanted to go to doesn't take goddamn credit cards so I have to get cash....bullshit....I am pissed. I am....*deep breath*....I am unreasonably pissed. The level of pissed that I am is inappropriate for the situation.
Em: Been there.
S: You live there.
N: But I am going to breathe deeply, collect some cash, and go back to get a haircut. Here I go.
M: Can we get a round of applause for Em NOT saying something like "I've been there but when I was there everybody assumed it had to do with a monthly chemical and hormonal imbalance and also the patriarchy and oppression?"
Em: Awww, you're LEARNING!
N: There's free food at this college fair I'm at for work. Anybody want a sandwich? Turkey, veggie, roast beef, BLT, tuna?
Em: Veggie yes please thank you yes.
S: Why no ham? Rude. Grab me a roast beef?
S: ??? Get help.
Em: Get it together, bro.
N: No more BLT left, sorry.