Well, I feel like how I imagine being shot is like.
I can barely open my eyes, I'm always cold, and I'm so cramped that the only remotely "comfortable" position to sit or lay in is the fetal position.
Goodness sake, why does a woman have to go through twelve period cycles a year? WHY?
Ready to make babies year round? Hardly, I'm twenty years old, couldn't I have started menstrating when I actually wanted to have kids?
But if that was the case, I'd probably be rambling about how I wanted boobs and curves instead of this "period" blog.
So I guess I do thank my period for coming, for giving me decent sized breasts, and curves that belong on an Arrowhead water bottle.
But still.
Yes, I'm on my period.
And all I want is a gallon of pistachio ice cream and some sappy ass movies.
Oh, and of course, my boyfriend to snuggle with.
Damn, that boy is so fucking warm. :]
But since I don't have that, I'll just sit on my couch in my oversized sweats, with my dorky glasses, sip on a Gogurt and watch some Oxygen. Alone.
While falling asleep to the faint sounds of my Blackberry. Glamorous.
It hurts.
Shoot me now.
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