Ah, the sweet sweet joys of womanhood. There are far too many to count: we have jubblies, we can grow other human beings inside our own bodies, we can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan, we can even be nominees for the Vice President of the United States. Then there’s the shitty shit part: the monthly cycle. I’ve written in the past about the horrors of PMS, and last monthI mentioned that I was going to try something new to curb the horrocious (that would be horrible and atrocious) symptoms of PMS: Premcal.
I’m happy to report that I managed to make it through the past few days without eating the world, suffering from exhausting, or being too bloated to fit into my own clothes. Now, if only we could take care of the whole “being a huge bitch thing.” So far, Premcal has done squat to fix that.
Kids, refill your drinks before you keep going. This is a long, juicy story. One that will explain all about the truth behind the Peen Counter on the top right hand corner of this blog AND includes previously untold stories of 3D.
Ready? Here we go…