I'M DYING.

Well not really but...

UGH.

How do you girls stand this once a month?! Feels like my insides are twistin' in knots, m'hot, I feel gross, and why don't we have any chocolate ice cream?

My white pants're ruined too, dammit.

Ooohhhhh... *curls up in bed*

Goddamn Malnosso, you couldn't just let me enjoy it, could'ya?