I might want to use my computer. I might want to use my washing machine. I might not want your shit all over my driveway. I might not want "friends" and strangers taking showers in my house when I get home from work.
And YOU (not you, Stephen) can stop asking where I am. I'm hiding in my room until your friends leave. What do you want from me?
- Laura Norvig
from iPod
Eh, tragedy averted, thanks to Bitchfest, red wine, and Netflix on the iPhone. They finally left two hours after I got home.
- Laura Norvig
from iPhone