I was in the bathroom this morning when I heard my fine roommate and dear friend, Mike, walk into the living room. My new career has kept me so busy the past few days that I haven't had the chance to see him very much, so I stopped what I was doing and went out to talk to him.
He was sitting at the corner of the couch (his usual resting place) wrapped in a blanket looking oh-so-cute and sleepy.
"I feel like I never see you anymore," I said with a frown.
"Come here," he said, lifting the blankets slightly and gesturing to himself. "Get in here with me."
I stood for a few moments, debating, before finally nodding and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his blanket-winged arms around me and said:
"I'm naked."
Musings from a pair of educated, intelligent young women who work menial jobs and don't have much going on outside of them. UPDATE: one member of said pair no longer works a menial job. We're trying to get the other one hired in a non-menial setting. CV available upon request; inquiries to violetandpaula@gmail.com.
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