Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Dear Aunt Flo,

What is WITH you this month?

The week-long PMS that turned me into a hybrid sensitive-cry-baby-slash-raging-beast
was bad enough, but this is just uncalled for.

You're all "Oh hey, what up Brittan. I just thought it would be super fun if you were in constant horrible pain and had an unrivaled desire, nay,
NEED to devour every ounce of food and man flesh within a 50 mile radius."

Not cool.

I can't wait for you to be gone tomorrow. Good Riddance.



- Brittan

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