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aaaaaaaaah!!!
i've been sick lately... really sick... lani!! i need you to take me to the lab to get my blood tested...
do i have a disease? i hope not... anyway, i missed 4 days of Japanese class cuz of this stupid stomach things i've been having recently
i can't even get out of bed even if i wanted to...
My room doesn't seem to belong to me anymore,... I mean my roomie turned the volume of my ringer down so i wouldn't be able to know if someone is calling me unless they leave a message (the phone light turns red when someone leaves a message) ... which sucks like hell... i don't even know my roomie anymore... actually i haven't seen her in a while... i dunno what to do
I'm so sore... I think i'm failing writing class... crap i'm losing it...
it's hard to be motivated these days... really hard... too hard in fact
uwa!! i feel so sick...
i think i need to go to the doctors again ... but it costs soo much grrr...
Anyway,... this is something someone sent me... i enjoyed it so yea..
Cranky
We start to bud in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything
that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it
brings us to tears.
Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption that boys in
school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens or sooner. Along with
those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies,
have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed
cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage, premarital or not, is having sex for the
first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod pushed into your
uterus through your nostrils. (IF he did it right and didn't end up with
his little cart before his horse, leaving us to wonder what all the fuss
was about.)
Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and
water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over
Brother John.
Of course, amazing creatures that we are, and we are, we learn to live
with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards
night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby. Our once
flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our
pants every time we sneeze.
When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will
invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our
big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and
puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs.
In-Labor. Calm down and push.
Just one more (or 10 more) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved
impulse to punch the asshole (and husband) square in the nose for making
us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 lb. bowling ball through a
keyhole.
After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all
that cute wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking,
jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years... Need I say more?
The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime
in our mid 30's to early 40's while husband had his somewhere around his
18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man
sex got you pregnant in the first place).
Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all
womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now
seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog
in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off
anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off
so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods
without soaking their socks?
I love being a woman (call me crazy) but "Womanhood" would even make the
Great Gandhi more spiteful!!!
And they say women are the "weaker sex". HA!