Marlie: "Hey."
Me: "Hi! How's stuff?"
"My room and my roommate are total ass."
"Er... why?"
"My room is right next to the cafeteria. It smells like meat all day and I don't like it. My roommate is a slut. I hope she won't fuck in my bed."
"Hope not. Classes?"
"More ass, with one bright spot."
"On the ass?"
"Exactly. Every professor looks boring except for one. The guy's grade-A gay. We have a bunch of jocks in the class. There's me and one other girl. He is so fucked."
"Maybe he's not gay?"
"He wore a Logo t-shirt the first day."
"So he's hardcore gay."
"Uh-huh. Plus, he's having sex with his TA."
"How do you know this?"
"Instinct."
"Marlie. You're thick."
"I'm sure on this point. Or does ass-slapping and raucous giggling only pertain to heterosexual friendships?"
"Maybe..."
"I have to go. Roomie's home." (Pause) "Oh, excellent. She's brought someone home with her. I think this is a prime opportunity to ask how her genital herpes flareup is doing."
"She has herpes?"
"No. Bye."
"Bye!"
More on the Gregg situation before I do anything tomorrow morning. Thanks for the kind comments and emails that are giving me insightful input.
Tuesday, August 28
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