So I, uh, I'm having sometroubles right now. I'm, uh...
I'm having a lotof roommate troubles, and I,
I was thinking about moving inwith my three best friends
who, uh, who happen to be guys.
Because I'm a young'un,I asked my dad
if he'd be okay with that.
He's like, "You know what, Liz,I'd be more comfortable
"knowing if these guyshad girlfriends
or if they were gay,"
and I was like...
"How about ugly?"
"No, really, Sam,pick up the phone
and tell my dad you're fat."
"Need a place to stay."So, uh, most
of my friendsare guys, which, uh...
which kinda suckssometimes, 'cause I feel
like they don't understandhow it feels to be a woman.
Like, I was telling a friendof mine I didn't like this guy
we worked with 'causeI thought he was creepy,
and his response was, "Well,he's never been creepy to me."
I was like, "No, you're right.
Uh, my opinion is so unjust.
Um, maybe now I will acceptthat ride on his baloney pony."
It was sweet of himto offer, really.
It was sweet of him to offer.
So I, uh...
so I was seeing this oneguy for a little while
and, uh, and I reallyliked him. I like him a lot,
but, uh, but he ended it,
and the thing was,is that he was black,
and he was really uncomfortable
with me being white,which kind of pissed me off
'cause I thoughtI was doing him a favor,
But he just kept bringingit up all the time.
He just kept telling me
how pale I was all the time,
and, like, every timehe came over
he kept asking what my roommates
thought of him being there,and then one night,
when he wasfurther convincing me
that we were incompatible,he was like,
"Liz, how would you feelif we were just hanging out
with, like, 20 of my boys?
How would that make you feel?"
And I was like, "I don't know...
'Cause, like, what kind ofquestion is that, really? Like,
who hangs outwith 20 of their friends?
What are you, a rapper?
Who has 20 friends?