getting plastic shoved in my cervix tomorrow. yay, i am so excited.
no, but for real, even if it hurts like hell. for a week, for a day, i’m making money and keeping fetuses out of me. all these horror stories that i just read, fuck em. because im tougher than the average blogger crying about weight gain and cramps.
really suck. not really anything you can do about it either. i’ve read that people who never played a public match fell victim too.
i hate it when i run into the store to get some tampons, and the counter clerk always says “how are you today?” and I just always want to say “fine, besides the blood and cramps.”
ladies and gentlemen, boyfriend of the year.