if these walls could talk.

first, the walls of Mike's house would tell you that the best name for a woman's genital region is Vivienne's Parlour of Shame. (Viv would obvi dot com be a Brit.) They heard that last night while we played a game; the game was called boy and girl parts for every letter of the alphabet. so his walls would certainly tell you that.

then, my walls. my new walls would tell you that i am the most impatient person with 4 appendages. they would say that i should more than likely be tested for mental deficiencies, they might suggest psychiatric treatment, and they would probably advise other walls to never let me paint them or go near them with spackle.

the subway walls would probably tell you that i smell. but i would look back at them and scour about the rats. we would start cold war ii. we would lose respect for each other.

i assume the walls of the coffee shop i will attend later in this day would tell me that in fact i'm not treacherous, just sensitive.

finally, braden's walls would tell you that i consistently overstay my welcome. they would go on a tangent about how i leave things here and there. they would even suggest that i am a bad mother to my favorite stuffed animal.

taking into consideration the subway, i will talk to you later.