Rebecca Lobo's teeth feel dirty to her. She showered today, but she thinks she can smell herself. Rebecca Lobo does not think that sadness exists, in theory, but knows that sadness exists because she has taken two naps, and has eaten two bags of Fritos at 7 pm on a Friday night and she wasn't even hungry and she fucking hates Fritos. She wants to eat fennel, or something with fennel on it. She is not very good at cooking, though. Her Samoan roommate has a deep fryer. That's mostly all the cooking that gets done. Her Samoan roommate is always frying everything and the house smells like a McDonald's, Rebecca Lobo always complains.