Dreams 7

Emily: (i am looking at the clock. each moment seems to have the same magnitude, but i know, from experience, that some moments last a long, long time. like looking at at a clock, it seems to last forever looking at a clock. the tick and tock is the same. i'm so sick of listening to my korean boyfriend bitch and moan about his life. grief is boring, really boring. besides, my dad hates asians in general. must keep it hidden.)

Natalie: (why am i here? is it like nirvana or something? i have a good job. so i flirt, there's no sin in flirting, is there? Steve is definitely as gay as wallpaper. I can sense it. I have jedi like powers.) And then we held hands and then I thought about germs and then I threw up. The End. Audrey Hepburn. The Confessions of a Woman Who Loved Young Boys.

Gwyneth: I'm so boring. I know I'm boring. Oh there's Scarlett.

Scarlett: I'm sorry I'm late.

Gwyneth: She's always late and everyone remembers the one who was late. I think I have a headache. I need to take some tylenol. I've been working so hard. Almost 4 hours a day and then all that PR and shit! Gwyneth, calm down, don't have a cow. Flirtation is not the answer to your problems.

Steve: So for one week, let's abstain from flirting!