Last night I was working on an art history paper. In my usual fashion, I did everything that I could possibly think of to do first...and then dragged my feet a bit more before sitting down and zipping out a five page paper. This is the first paper I have done in quite awhile. I still have it, kids. I still have the skill that makes me the Empress.

During this time that I was on my roommate's computer typing...she was on the phone with her ex-boyfriend, laughing it up. (they broke up for distance reasons and it is strongly suspected **aka she told me** that some serious nookie was had during christmas break)

At the proper time, I came out with my freshly finished paper and pranced about a bit. She laughed, as I had intended and informed her phone buddy that I ruled.

"Why?" he wanted to know.
"She had a five page paper due tomorrow and just whipped it out."
He said something to about that to which she responded,
"Whipped the PAPER out, nothing else!"

So I decided that it would be best to lift my shirt at that point, flashing her one of my favorite bras.

After she was done choking, she muttered something about "no shame." I pointed out that I really didn't have anything to be ashamed of and she admitted that I was most certainly correct about that.

If you aren't comfortable flashing your roommate--there is a problem.