7 and some
February 21, 2003 3:22 a.m.
I sit on my side of the room, trying desperately to not become involved in the current conversation. Jess talks about everything imaginable, from 'size queens' to 'prince alberts'. I immerse myself in my simplistic pleasures, contenting myself with a two-liter of vanilla coke and a playlist of my favorite music. I have no desire to talk to my roommate right now, on the contrary, I would just like to curl up in my bed, read a few more pages of Ishmael, and go to sleep.
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