Ow. Owwww. OWWWWMOTHERFUCKINGOWWWW.
It’s that time of month, dears. The time of month when my Uterus decides she has a personal vendetta against me and does everything in her power to make my life a living hell.
Ohh the woes of being female. The typical ‘this too shall pass’ feeling goes accompanied with ‘until next month’ and ‘yeah, when I hit menopause’. It is just generally not a good time.
Let us get down to the business of my life. Yesterday, Sami and I took a nice little trip over to the lake (because it was hotter than hellfire) and went swimming. It was really nice and we made a new friend. Of course, that friend was under the initial impression that we might just be lesbians (it’s a Sami and Telea thing), but everything worked out in the end.
There’s not much else to say about my day other than that it was hot, I took a nap, it was hot, I rewatched Ten Inch Hero, and it was fucking hot.
Good times, eh?
Today, I’m having a hard time deciding between going off in search of adventure or staying home snuggling a large bottle of Excedrin and a gallon of chocolate ice cream.
No matter, I will survive!