I’ve been reading too much of Bridget Jones’s Diary – the writing style is fixing itself in my mind and I keep wanting to write entries that way. Can’t be good.
Got my hair done at
Adventures in Birth Control:
So I’m out of BCP’s. I am also out of prescription. My doctor is on vacation, and can’t see me for another two weeks. I need them in a couple of days. Dilemma.
Turns out they were a pro-life information centre. How they got listed as a family planning clinic, I’d like to know… he started ranting about how the pill is going to kill me, and how I should just abstain because then I won’t get a broken heart. As if sex is what causes broken hearts… I am not about to go off the pill, whether or not I’m having sex has no impact on that decision. I was like a deer caught in headlights. Strange told me I was too polite… I don’t think polite is the right word. I was just in a state of shock and I couldn’t figure out how to get out of there.
When we got out of the place, I was seriously shaken and disturbed.
However, going to strange’s place and having her do my hair and playing nintendo made it all much better.