Tell me about the female hormones! I can't stress enough how much I hate them. I guess it's because they are one thing I cannot control.
Two days of phone-watching finally paid off, when G-the-M called to invite me to a gig yesterday night. And obviously, at that moment, I was bent in two on my futon, popping ibuprofen by the bucket and cursing period cramps. I had to explain that I would have luuuuuuuved to come but wasn't feeling very well at the best. God loves me, clearly.
It also means I'll be "in that state" until Saturday, day I'm leaving to Italy for three weeks. Perfect. Great timing.
I won't see G-the-M until he will have had loads of time and many opportunities to *catch up* with Stella. Call me a paranoiac, but that freaks me out.
My mood is just too great for more blogging today. I'm gonna go and kill a few fellows on the street instead.
2 comments:
Good luck on the ibuprofen... Cramps suck!
But why (besides the cramps of course) can't you see GtheM during your period? I don't see..
Thanks for the moral support.
What can I say? I'm probably a bit of an hypochondriac, but "In that state" for me, means a bit of me time when I don't see anyone, don't do much, and try (for once) not to put myself in potential sexually loaded situations...
Everyone needs a break, right? ^^
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