1. Eat a bag of marshmallows by myself. Or a bag of chocolate chips. Or pour a bag of chocolate chips into a bag of marshmallows and eat that.
2. Tell the girl at the neighboring sink that smearing blue eyeshadow over half your face is not a good look for you, unless your name happens to be Disco Slut Barbie.
3. Tell the kid in the Che t-shirt to stop smoking his pretentious cigar and go change.
4. Spend the rest of the day drinking cosmos, reading blogs and watching this video.
I know that my reproductive system is a fantastically complex and capable thing and that I only hate my period because I've learned to. But dammit, sometimes I don't want to parse my PMS, I just want to fucking PMS.
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3 comments:
Emily Martin sounds like a nut job to me.
Darlin, you're dating a nutjob, remember?
Re: Kid in Che shirt.
I wish I had taken a picture of the whiteboard comment one guy in the hall left on Brian's door when he put up a Che poster. It was *golden*. Something about celebrating Che's communist ideals with gleeful capitalism, only more eloquent and also vulgar.
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