1. I just donated six lollipops to the break room at work. I got them from a porn promo pack. (No scented candles or edible undies this time! That's only for R&B discs, apparently. Though both did come with mini bottles of alcohol.) I triple-checked the wrappers to make sure there was no incriminating mark.
2. The hot water situation in my building is getting old. The timing couldn't be worse, today. Looks like I'll be showering tonight instead of eating dinner.
The problem with flirting with girls outside of a butch-femme dynamic is this: when they compliment you on your appearance, are they hitting on you, or are they merely offering sisterly support?