Okay. You know it's bad when I have to call my grandmother at the doctor's office to ask her to bring back home a machete, so that I may cut out my ovaries. So seriously, that she needs to ask me to repeat myself. Twice.

Goddamn. Sometimes I really do wish I were born a man. If it wouldn't mean I'd have to date them.

Also, yes, apparently I'm ( Read more... )

Which also includes the reason as to why I didn't just put this into the last journal I just posted ( Read more... )