Oh. Shit. He's right there. Fuck. He's looking at me. Quick. Type more. Type loudly. Oh, good. He thinks I'm working on a paper or something. Awesome. Crisis averted.

Ok, he's leaving now. I can get back to watching porn. Oh, wait, no. He's sitting down. Ugh. He's talking to me. I better keep typing. I bet I look really studious. And smart. Let's hit the Enter key a few times.




There. It sounds like I just scrolled down half a page. Whatever I'm writing must be really important, I bet he's thinking. Fuck. When is he gonna go to bed? This is so awkward. Is he getting up? Is he going back in his room? I hope so. I'm running out of things to type. Ok. I still don't know what to write. I'm out of ideas. Oh, I know. I'll just hit some keys. He'll think I'm typing some more. This is perfect. jdleidjslalcnpoeirh. dflaeriaphein.


Oh. Ok. It worked. Seriously, this is the last time I use my roommate's computer. He's leaving.


Fuck, I hope he doesn't find out...or write about it on the internet.