1: (Looking in a compact mirror. Pushes nose to one side to see the other side at a clearer angle) I see a blackhead coming in. Wasn’t the facial supposed to take care of that shit?
2: Um… (puts hands up in an “I don’t know” motion)
1: Ahhh whatever. Worrying about it is just gonna make me break out more, right? Hah, yeah. Probably. (New thought) Well! You haven’t said anything about my hair yet!
2: Yeah looks gr-
1: I absolutely love it. Check the ends. Split’s no more.
2: (Takes a breath in as if about to speak)
1: (Cutting “2” off) Oh! So listen, I ask the chick cutting my hair for 3 inches, right? Of course, of course, she insists on cutting off 4. So I figured I’d trust her, I mean what the hell. It’d look good either way. (Snotty laugh)
2: (Looks elsewhere, Ignoring “1”)
1: Oh god, I’m sorry. (Laughs a bit) I’m so sorry. I’ve been talking the entire time. How do you think I look?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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this blog is where we'll post play submissions for the 2009 two-minutes play contest as soon as we start receiving them. readers will read and rate the plays, and based on those ratings, we'll narrow down the submissions to a final group. each play must be read by at least three readers.
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