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Jul. 17th, 2002 06:15 amsince i MEANT to post here, and accidentally posted in my original journal, i figgerd i'd just do a simple cut and paste for lack of wanting to create something new.
besides, here, i can't share the joy of mussed underwear with the population of boys.
so.
I wake up this morning, with my underwear MORE than saturated in blood. Great. The great beast hath dropped by for its monthly satanic overthrow.
I step on the scale, to see five lbs. in water weight gain magically tapped onto my stomach and ass, just since yesterday morning. Great. The great beast hath not only dropped by, but also brought a couple of buckets of water with him to prevent dehydration.
The cramps start.
Loooooovely. The great beast happens to also be sharpening his claws on the inside of my uterus.
So.
I will most likely be sitting here at my desk all day, sloshing with every move, bent over in pain and hissing at passersby like a wounded timberwolf.
I keep getting visions of the day ending with me being much like Nancy was at the end of the movie The Craft, self inflicted scratches on the face, strapped to a bed being fed heavy medications, while i squeal to the world "i'm flying.. i'm FLYING I'M FLYYING... i'm flying..."
besides, here, i can't share the joy of mussed underwear with the population of boys.
so.
I wake up this morning, with my underwear MORE than saturated in blood. Great. The great beast hath dropped by for its monthly satanic overthrow.
I step on the scale, to see five lbs. in water weight gain magically tapped onto my stomach and ass, just since yesterday morning. Great. The great beast hath not only dropped by, but also brought a couple of buckets of water with him to prevent dehydration.
The cramps start.
Loooooovely. The great beast happens to also be sharpening his claws on the inside of my uterus.
So.
I will most likely be sitting here at my desk all day, sloshing with every move, bent over in pain and hissing at passersby like a wounded timberwolf.
I keep getting visions of the day ending with me being much like Nancy was at the end of the movie The Craft, self inflicted scratches on the face, strapped to a bed being fed heavy medications, while i squeal to the world "i'm flying.. i'm FLYING I'M FLYYING... i'm flying..."
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Date: 2002-07-17 07:04 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-07-17 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-07-17 09:55 am (UTC)guess it's finally time to break down and go to the store *sigh*
i can freak the cashier out again by buying both and a BIG bottle of pamprin at the same time and slamming it down on the counter in front of a teenage boy. *gaffaw*
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Date: 2002-07-17 11:41 am (UTC)i love how those boys try not to look at the "feminine products" or to look you in the eye as they ring you up.
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Date: 2002-07-17 01:09 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-07-17 02:02 pm (UTC)booga booga.