This day.
Has pretty much been absolute shit. I cried in front of my boss (awesome), dealt with some assholes over the phone (also awesome), and generally felt bloated and awful.
And then my best friend emailed me to tell me she started her period. TMI, I know, but - what the fuck - she’s the only person who reads this blog. So the funny/weird science thing about best friends is that by some womanly miracle shit, you end up on the same cycle.
Suddenly the fact that my boobs feel like they weigh 87 pounds and hurt like hell makes a lot more sense.
It also gives me license to make a pizza and drink too many margaritas tonight.
“I have PMS” is an excuse as old as time. It’s my very favorite one.
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