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Jul 13, 2008 09:50

Dear Period,

I have the weekend off. It's bright and sunny, with nary a cloud in the sky. I'm in love with the world again after seeing Eric's Trip. Good thing, because it takes a bit of the sting out of being only a two and a half hour drive away from a really cool music event that's way sold out. Not all of it, mind you, but it eases the pain a little. So why'd you have to come on Friday and bleed all over my blue skies and Slurpee runs? Seriously. It's bad enough that you have the brass ovaries to come after a mere three months and not the two years I had hoped for, but on this weekend of all weekends?

Do you just exist to make my life miserable? Half my life ago, you were cramping me up, making me sick, and keeping me from my friends and my life. Now you just make me bleed like I'm in a Tarantino movie, but an extremely heavy flow isn't exactly good times, either. Why can't I have a dainty blood flow that suits a tiny girl like me? Better yet, why can't you just stay away?

Never yours,
Cinemagirl.

life, health, girly, medical, me

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