Scene: Kristie and I, walking up and down the stairs earlier this week, laughing about what a cynical bitch I am.
�Kristie,� I said, gasping for breath from the exertion of climbing twelve flights of stairs three times in a row, from the exertion of laughing at her remarkable sex life and my remarkable lack thereof, �it�s how I mask my pain.�
We both doubled over, mascara smeared from here to eternity, laughing at how funny reality really is.