While you're watching the oscars....

I'm at work. Luckily, it's extra entertaining tonight since I have a front-row seat to the most melodramatic lover's spat ever:

He's sitting at one of the computer terminals behind the reference desk and she comes over and says, "We're leaving."
He says, "I'm still working on this paper."
She says, "Oh my god, you've been working on it for 2 hours. What is your problem?"
He says, "It has to be 10 pages. I have 7."
She says, "Well, you should have started it earlier. Come on, I'm going."
He says, "Why are you being such a bitch? What is your problem?"
She says, "My problem!? It's not my fault you're a dickhead slacker!"
She runs out of the library.
He sighs, runs out after her.
They argue more outside, shouting loud enough that I can hear them through the two doors. Lots of f-bombs and "I can't believe you"s and "stop acting like a bitch/asshole"s.
He comes back in.
She follows him.
She says, "I can't believe you. You are the most selfish person I have ever met."
He says, "Well I'm sorry I need to do my homework. Just go home."
She says, "Fine I will. I can't believe you."
He says, "Just leave. I'm not leaving, especially when you're acting like such a psycho-bitch. God."
She says, "Asshole... fuckin asshole."
She walks past the reference desk and out the doors, glaring at him the entire time.
Then, his cell phone rings.
He answers it (hey, there's a no cell phone policy bucko...)
She screams (yes, you can hear it through the cell phone), "All of my friends were right about you! If you want us to stay together, I suggest you get your slacker ass out here right now. I'm waiting outside the library and I'm going to stay here for 2 minutes and if you don't come out here, I'm never talking to you again...."
He hangs up on her and he's still sitting at his computer terminal, working on his paper.


I heart my job. And I also heart Biblical Legos. (even if they make me feel kind of sacreligious...)