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icepixieHey, Pezzers. I got a nifty little battery-operated flickering tea light today, so we simply must have a jack-o-lantern in our Taft for Halloween this year. (BTW: Eeeeeee, Tafts! Sorry.) I also have a cute little hanging witch decoration that might have to make an appearance in the common room.
(No, July is not too early to begin thinking about Halloween. But of course I think it's too early to be contemplating Christmas. Er, yes. *hides Christmas ornament she just bought last week*)
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I really think that my uterus is a.) sentient and b.) evil. My period has started on the same calendar date every month since February, which is niiiiiice, and I like it, and I'd hoped it would continue to do so. So, because it's been on a schedule and because I was getting crampy, backachey I-want-to-bleed-now vibes, I decided I would outsmart this period and start wearing a pad/pantyliner the day before it was due to arrive. Well, it's been three days now, and I just know that my girly bits are snickering among themselves and just waiting for me to get sick of wasting pads and give up in frustration and go ONE DAY without it, and then--boom. Insta-period.
Okay, so three extra days without the crimson tide (apologies, Alabama fans) are three good days in my book, but still. BLEED, DAMN YOU.
Did I mention PMS makes me cranky? Even with the four jumbo chocolate chip muffins I've had over the past two days? (And you know it's bad when I start baking.)
(No, July is not too early to begin thinking about Halloween. But of course I think it's too early to be contemplating Christmas. Er, yes. *hides Christmas ornament she just bought last week*)
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I really think that my uterus is a.) sentient and b.) evil. My period has started on the same calendar date every month since February, which is niiiiiice, and I like it, and I'd hoped it would continue to do so. So, because it's been on a schedule and because I was getting crampy, backachey I-want-to-bleed-now vibes, I decided I would outsmart this period and start wearing a pad/pantyliner the day before it was due to arrive. Well, it's been three days now, and I just know that my girly bits are snickering among themselves and just waiting for me to get sick of wasting pads and give up in frustration and go ONE DAY without it, and then--boom. Insta-period.
Okay, so three extra days without the crimson tide (apologies, Alabama fans) are three good days in my book, but still. BLEED, DAMN YOU.
Did I mention PMS makes me cranky? Even with the four jumbo chocolate chip muffins I've had over the past two days? (And you know it's bad when I start baking.)
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