Exacting Control

Posted by Tilia

Birth Control

Yeah, I’ve officially gone on the pill.  Let’s call it positive thinking.

Damage Control

I have a plan for Guitar Guy.  I think I’m going to request a farewell drink (shot).  Considering we can’t rightly drink on the floor at work, it’ll be necessary to go into the abandoned stairwell.

If this doesn’t lead to rabid making out, maybe I’ll at least get the catharsis of some confession-ing.

Air Traffic Control

They put me in the middle of the middle row.  For eight fucking hours.  Not okay.

~ by Tilia on July 22, 2008.