My brother just walked into my room. I am sitting at my computer, wearing a towel. Note that, WEARING a TOWEL. "Oh my God, you're NAKED", he says, tripping back up the step-that-shouldn't-be-there, and running down the landing. NO BROTHER DEAREST, I AM NOT NAKED, I AM WEARING A TOWEL. HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS YOU FOOLS? And oh my God, why is there some other boy in my house? Goddamn, please don't let him go into the bathroom, my bra is sitting next to the washing basket. Sigh.
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