by Lizette Roman-Johnston
I can’t tell you enough how much it means to me that you’d laugh at my joke. If I’m being honest, I’ve been a little insecure about my humor lately (Bumble matches have been unmatching me left and right for my 9/11 pickup lines). So, seriously, your laugh is much appreciated.
That said, I am a little uncomfortable with your laugh. It’s not just that it’s loud — and, to be clear, it is really loud — but the texture of the laugh is sort of… wet? Not to mention the disturbing look of pain in your eyes. Are you even laughing at this point? Or… oh shit. Buddy, are you okay? Hey, can you hear me? Fuck.
SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1. I’M TOO GODDAMN FUNNY.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lizette Roman-Johnston is a bicoastal bisexual currently living in Oakland, California. A 2021 graduate of the Saint Mary’s College MFA program, Lizette writes satire and creative nonfiction (Harry Styles often appears in both). Lizette’s writing has been published in The Daily Drunk, The Sad Girl Review, Rejection Letters, and others. She is also a synth-loving bedroom pop musician under the name rizbot.