Little Red Rambo
Monday, November 17, 2008
My uterus is strife, solidified.
Now, I’m not as keen on blogging about my consistently horrid dysmenorrhea as I was when I was younger and a tad (just a tad) less aware of how trite and futile my blog entries are, but I am a tad (just a tad) bedridden right now, so you can suck it.
What else, what else.
Well, I am 23. Which means I have a little less than twenty years to go before these monthly massacres cease. You’d think I’d get used to it by now, but I suppose the desire to hack my lower body off is something I was just meant to feel again and again. A brief note, though, to whatever or whoever designed me this way: if this was meant to teach me some dire lesson, like about the fragility of human life or some other staggering truth, it isn’t working.
You know how the more prudish, Anglo-Saxon set calls periods the “visit from Aunt Flo?” My Aunt Flo has uzis, camos, and a thirst for vengeance.
I’m sleepy! Finally.
posted by marguerite @ 10:44 PM
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