05-01-16 § Leave a comment
oh my god i’m doing it two days in a row. this is probably only happening because jason hasn’t been here. when i stop being lonely (for him only) i probably won’t be so regular at this????? who the hell knows
speaking of regular, like clockwork my period is here on the first and it hurts so bad i can’t stand up straight and am also having trouble sitting in this chair because my knees and lower back are having their period too apparently. my life is too fucking exciting. can’t wait to have a job that i have to get lectured at for calling off too much because of my uterus issues. not that any of these places are calling me back. haha i love me and my life is great and i DON’T wanna die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like what the hell am i supposed to do, go to work when i’m all hunched over and shitting myself/about to faint and puke? okay jo stop talking about your fucking menstruation this isn’t what you’re gonna wanna read about years from now when you go to delete this wordpress GOD
i have $7.33 to my name and someone is mad tryna hack my paypal account. THEY’RE TRYING TO TAKE MY 7 DOLLARS. i also have no cigarettes as of 5 seconds ago. i know suffering and it is changing me. i can’t sell shit, no one wants my pristine, tags-still-on freepeople wardrobe. why must i remain poor and helpless.
oh well, i’m gonna go sit in the shower and cry, this was pointless. like my existence
05-31-15 § Leave a comment
yesterday was my day off, which coincided perfectly with that first ungodly day of my special moontime vagina bloodbath bullshit party where i lay around moaning and heaving as i’m ravaged by an invisible serrated blade. today i only work 6 hours, but i kinda still feel like i’m miscarrying the fetus of a demon. oh well, i guess. gotta make that living wage! that’s a joke because I DO NOT MAKE ENOUGH TO LIVE HAHA! i can’t call off anyway because i’ve already had the lecture about “attendance” 3 times. (is this school? or am i an adult at my JOB?) maybe i could if i could get a doctor’s excuse but i can’t afford healthcare, so, hi.
well, they’re gonna love me at work today, cause i’m gonna be going slow as shit and running to the bathroom every five minutes to let out the extremely loud and painful farts that won’t stop wracking my sad body. i LOVE having a uterus. plus i have no tampons so i’m wearing my ~diva cup~ and i have to say having a huge silicone cup of my own entrails lodged inside me all day does NOT make me feel like a woman of outstanding talent in the opera. tampons are the devil and everything, but. pain.
it’s supposed to storm really bad today so i hope the power goes out while i’m at work and then we can MAKE A FIRE AND ROAST MARSHMALLOWS AND TELL GHOST STORIES or maybe i can just slip out unnoticed, skip town and change my name and let everyone think i was kidnapped in the confusion. i’ll keep you updated, invisible, pretend audience of mine