Smattering
I could write a narrative, or I could compose an entry of one-to-two sentence “paragraphs.” I hate those.
7 in the morning. Counter-Strike. Don’t take naps from 10pm to 12:30am if you want to get to bed at a normal hour. Or, Plan B: don’t play Counter-Strike.
Amazingly, I didn’t start a paper the day before it was due. I started it the day before the day before it was due. :)
Dialogue from a dinner party:
“What do you do?”
[confused pause]
“Are you in theater?”
“No, I’m a normal person.”
“So, I hear you’re in a movie?”
“No. [pause] A film. An independent film.”
“I’m going to have to make you my bitch.”
“Oh, I think it would take a lot of roofies for that.”
Oliver Twist? Dammit.
Three events involving three females have led me to draw the following conclusion: some women just have no shame.