letting go of control

after trying in vain to pick up a 4 day trip for tomorrow i gave in and decided to let the airline assign me to whatever was open. i hate letting them decide. but this time they did good. they're sending me to denver. which is where the man i'm in love with will also be with his job.

it's going to be incredible. i hope.

it wasn't pms.

while watching the coney island hot dog eating contest in the waiting room of the airport health clinic i desperately wanted to believe that i was on the verge of bleeding as i started crying when the american won over the little japanese guy.

but i haven't gotten a period. so i guess i must just be really patriotic.

god bless the usa.

the cherry on top.

it wasn't in her head. she was definitely locked in the basement. the likelihood of him hearing her pounding on the door from their 4th floor apartment was slim to none. based on her mood before she left he probably imagined her going out for cigarettes and never coming back. she took slight comfort in the fact that a first floor apartment shared a wall. they were so close she could hear their tv through the wall. there was no way they wouldn't hear her. she began pounding.
no sign of movement in the neighbor's apartment. she waited. after some time spanned she tried again.
nothing.
a few minutes later she tried again.
she was right. they definitely heard her. she could tell as they turned up the volume on the tv.