I Worry About Worrying About You
A hailstorm, damnit. That’s what it feels like. “Paging Allison Frame to Admitting”—oh, I dare you to page me again, Jessalyn. You work reception; receive something. I’ll decide when I come back there and you’ll stop paging me. Because this closet is the only place I wish to be. In addition, I’m not your personal […]