*Lift corner of Lid to Vent*

[themeletor]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHfgafghsadf.


Period.

*rage against the uterus*


...

Ok, I know this isn't half as bad as many people have to deal with. I, however, am being pissy and vocal. You all are free to be vocal as well.

...In fact?

Let's do it. Right here, right now. Complain, vent, bitch, rant, and moan. Horror stories, furious raging, slumber-party material, whatever. This is your soapbox. Let's hear it, ladies. It's good for the system.


(In the meantime, I have Sparrington to corral)

Comments

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

I just use it as a (valid) excuse to eat loads of chocolate.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

That, too.

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

Until my brother steals my chocolate, and I must unleash my wrath.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

RAWR.

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

Indeed.
The only other benefit is when you can make shifty eyes at the PE teacher, mutter 'cramps' and watch him squirm as you walk to the bench.