She was perched at the bar wearing a floor-length sequined gown with a perilously low back, a fox-fur coat smashed between her forearm and the empty space where her stomach should have been. It was 7:30pm on a Wednesday night.
"the point is, unless a pill gets me speedy or doped up as all hell I will NOT remember to take it"
“And by college I mean the year I was 18 and living in Soho and going to “acting school” and blowing my trust fund on cocaine and champagne…”
"I just don’t do condoms!"
Well, entitled rich girls like this were the ones whose mommies and daddies shipped them off to Europe to the “spa” when they got knocked up, so I guess she has no reason to be conscious of her sexual health.
And PS, using Plan-B outside of the scope of its intended use will reduce its chances of working and fuck up your insides.
I try not to be judgmental of other people’s sex lives but..I mean, come on.