A. Last night Nicole and I got into an argument over Garden State and why I didn't like it, which quickly evolved into an argument concerning anti-depressants.
B. Fifteen minutes later, Christina and I were fighting in my bedroom. She was hiding under my covers while I stood over her with a plunger, threatening to stick it on her face.
This kind of turn of events is rather common in the apartment and I'm not exactly sure how we always go from point A to point B. All I know is that now I have to wash my sheets because Christina wrapped them around the plunger.