J:

So I made some fried chicken, and I was thinking maybe, I’ll say some irrational
feelings that I’ve had over the weekend in like a monotone voice, and you can do
the same, and what we’ll do is we just won’t judge eachothers feelings, yeah?

C:
Ok

J:
Ok

C:
Well I’ve had a lot, um… I thought that my politics would keep me safe from my
feelings and I was wrong.

J:
Ok, um, I got jealous that you could get pregnant

C:
Um, I dressed up for the abortion clinic

J:
I mean that was a nice dress that you were wearing, that is a good dress

C:
Yeah. I think I just didn’t want them to think I was like the other girls, and I’m
furious at myself for thinking that

J:
I accidentally fantasized about keeping the baby

C:
I picked out outfits

J:
Some of those hilariously tiny sneakers perhaps?

C:
No, no way, not on my kid

J:
Alright.

C:
Are we done?

J:
I mean I’m out of things
C:
I felt guilty.

J:
Yeah. And I mean I know you know, but I’ll just say, you have nothing to feel
guilty about. Obviously right?

C:
Yeah well maybe not guilty but just kind of like a fuck up, because, flushing the
toilet it just reminded me of that time I forgot to feed Bert and Ernie and I had to
flush them down the toilet

J:
Yeah

C:
Its just, this is it, like, we’re grown ups. This is it. We’re not practicing anymore.

J:
Shit is getting real you know

C:
Oh my god, no, we’re not crying and eating fried chicken this is just not an image
we’re having in our lives. Just gotta suck it up, pull it together

J:
I think everybody cries when they’re eating fried chicken I’m pretty sure tears
are the top ingredient

C:
You know when some people get pregnant they get to throw a party, we could
have had bunting

J:
Do you want bunting? I mean I can get you bunting, I can organize shitloads of
bunting

C:
Yeah

J:
Yeah?